the old man s sitting there his head bowed down every now and then he ll take a look around and his eyes reflect the memory pain of years gone by he can t regain nostalgic dreams he ll never see again with trembling hands he wipes a tear many fall like rain there s one for every year and his life laid out so clearly now life that s brought death so nearly now life once he clung to dearly now lets go but spare a thought as you pass him by take a closer look and you ll say he s our tomorrow just as much as we are his yesterday a lonely grave and soon forgot only wind and leaves lament his mournful song yet they shout his epitaph out clear for anyone who s passing near it names the person lying here as you and you and you and you 