He stands on the market every day

A friendly old man

His hair is just a little grey

Below his hat's red band

With shiny buttons on his coat

And a cash-box in his hand

He seems to know quite well

What we are asking for sometimes



Hello old man

Can you show us the way we have to go?

So we can reach where we're wanting to

Hello old man

Maybe it's folk like us that get things wrong sometimes

You have got all the things we find hard to get



Although he seems quite tired sometimes

Out there, he'll always be

To light a way for someone

Who could not otherwise see

But although he has been standing there

For many years, each day

It seems as if he had just arrived yesterday



Hello old man

Can you show us the way we have to go?

So we can reach where we're wanting to

Hello old man

Maybe it's folk like us that get things wrong sometimes

You have got all the things we find hard to get