Harry Belafonte Follow

Have you seen the old man in the closed down marketKicking up the paper with his worn out shoesIn his eyes you see no prideAnd held loosely by his side,yesterday's paper telling yesterday's newsHow can you tell me you're lonelyAnd say, for you, that the sun don't shineLet me take you by the handAnd lead you through the streets of LondonI'll show you something to make you change your mindHave you seen the old gal who walks the streets of LondonDirt in her hair and her clothes in ragsShe's no time for talkin, she just keeps right on walkinCarryin her home in two big shopping bagsIn the all night cafe at a quarter past elevenSame old man sitting there on his ownLooking at the world over the rim of his teacupEach tea lasts an hour and he goes home aloneHave you seen the old man outside the seaman's missionMemory fading like the ribbons that he wearsIn our winter city, the rain cries a little pityFor one more forgotten hero in a world that doesn't care