Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride and there loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

And have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She's no time for talkin' she just keeps right on walkin'
Carrying her home in two carrier bags

And in the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there on his own
Lookin' at the world over the rim of his tea cup
And each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone

And have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbon that he wears
And in the winter city the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care