I helped to build this city, I helped to fill the streets
I heard their pavements echo with a thousand marching feet
Now the wars are over and at night the people sleep
The things that used to stir me, now just make me weep
But I'll show you photographs, just one or two
For you wouldn't believe this old grey head once looked like you
I'll show you photographs, when I was young
The times when we roamed over the fields under the sun
Now it's hard, yes it's hard in the mornings
And my time just slips slowly away
And it's cold, and it's cold when the night winds blow
'Cos no one looks back to yesterday
So what's left for your heroes today
The rain against my window, the wind against my door
People living on outside, don't need me anymore
The headlines and the heroes, the one's that marched with pride
Now they live in shadows, unnoticed, cast aside
I'll show you photographs, just one or two
For you wouldn't believe this old grey head once looked like you
I'll show you photographs, when I was young
The times when we roamed over the fields under the sun
Now it's hard, yes it's hard in the mornings
And my time just slips slowly away
And it's cold, and it's cold when the night winds blow
No one looks back to yesterday
So what's left for your heroes today
These are my photographs, they're a little faded now
Look - there's me