| F | C | | Have you seen the | old man |
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| Dm | Am | | In the | closed down | market |
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| Bb | F | | Kicking up the | paper, |
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| G7 | C7 | | with his | worn out | shoes |
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| F | C | | In his eyes you | see no pride |
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| Dm | Am | | Hands held loosely | by his side |
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| Bb | F | C7 | F | | Yesterday’s | paper telling | yesterday’s | news |
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| | | Bb | Am | F | Dm | | | So | how can you | tell me you’re | lonely | |
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| | | G7 | C | C7 | | | | And say for you that the sun don’t | shine? | |
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| | | F | C | | | | Let me take you | by the hand |
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| | | Dm | Am | | | and | lead you through the | streets of London |
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| | | Bb | F | | | | I’ll show you | something, |
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| | | C7 | F | | | to | make you change you’re | mind. |
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Have you seen the old gal |
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Who walks the streets of London |
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Dirt in her hair and her clothes are in rags |
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She’s no time for talking, |
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She just keeps right on walking |
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Carrying her home in two carrier bags |
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And in the all night cafe |
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Same old man is sitting there |
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over the rim of his tea-cup |
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Then he wanders home alone |
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And have you seen the old man |
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Outside the seaman’s mission |
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With those medal ribbons he wears |
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the rain cries a little pity |
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For one more forgotten hero |
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And a world that doesn’t care |
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