C                             G           Am                            Em
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market

F                 C                       D7           G7
Kicking up papers with his worn out shoes ?

C                      G                             Am                Em
In his eyes you see no pride, and held loosely at his side

F                  C                   G7                C
Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news.

      F                   Em                  C    Am
So how can you tell me you’re lonely

D7                                                    G       G7
And say for you that the sun don’t shine ?

C                         G                         Am                             
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the

Em
streets of London

F                  C                    G7                                   C
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.

C                              G                 Am                            Em
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London

F               C                  D7            G7 
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags ?

C                           G                      Am                    Em
She’s no time for talkin’ She just keeps right on walkin’

F                   C            G7              C
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

C                     G             Am               Em
In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven

F               C                 D7                G7
Same old man sitting there on his own.

C                      G                      Am               Em 
Looking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup

F                            C                  G7                       C
Each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone.

C                              G           Am                              Em
Have you seen the old man outside the seamn’s mission

F            C                       D7                                 G7
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears ?

C                  G           Am              Em
In our winter city the rain cries a little pity

 F                                   C                G7                          C
For on more forgotten hero and a world that dosen’t care.