Old man, walking in the park Old man, sitting in the dark Old man, crying in the rain Old man, I can see the pain Old man, what is it that you see Old man, foretell our destiny Old man, the children want to know Which way they really ought to go Chorus: Should they travel unknown routes Or should they tread in others' boots Why must virgin fields be left until the darkness Will their efforts be in vain When there is so much to gain You know all the answers - Can't they hear them… Old man, don't fabricate a lie Old man, we don't want to die Old man, is this really life: All this struggle and the strife Old man, you really know the truth Old man, come give them all the proof Are they wrong, or are they right Can they really ever see the light Chorus …old man