Have you seen the old man. In the closed-down market. Kicking up the paper,. With his worn out shoes?. In his eyes you see no pride. Hand held loosely at his side.
Well did you see the old man. Outside the seamen's mission. Never is a fading with the medals that he wears. And did you see the old man. Outside the seamen's mission.
Out in the garden, amongst the bushes, Michael is crying.. Caught in a spider's web, its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying.. Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,.
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market. Picking up the papers with his worn out shoes. In his eyes you see no pride and hanging loosely at his side.