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 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...