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