My heart is heavy because there is so much pain and misery in this world
By Ralph McTell
Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market Taking out the papers with his worn out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride Hands held loosely by his side Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
*So how can you tell me that you're lonely, Say for you that the sun don't shine Let me take you by the hand And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rag She's no time for talking She just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven, Same old man sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup, And each tea last an hour,and he wanders home alone
And have you seen the old man outside the Seaman's Mission Memory fading with the meadow ribbon that he wears And in our winter city The rain cried a little pity A one more forgotten hero And the world that doesn't care