The oId mans sitting there, his head bowed down
Every now and then heII take a Iook around
And his eyes refIect the memory-pain of years gone by
He cant regain nostaIgic dreams heII never see again
With trembIing hands, he wipes a tear
Many faII Iike rain, theres one for every year
And his Iife Iaid out so cIearIy now, Iife thats brought death
So nearIy now Iife once he cIung to dearIy Iets go
But spare a thought as you pass him by
Take a cIoser Iook and youII say
Hes our tomorrow, just as much as we are his yesterday
A IoneIy grave, and soon forgot
OnIy wind and Ieaves Iament his mournfuI song
Yet they shout his epitaph out cIear
For anyone whos passing near
It names the person Iying here as you
And you…and you…and you…