Philippa Hanna - New for Old lyrics

There is a store on London Road Where all unwanted treasure goes For vintage clothes, they'll give you old for new Come rain or shine they'll venture out To rifle through the lost and found Guaranteed to find a gem or two And every Monday morning there's an old man at the door He always seems to find exactly what he's looking for He blows the dust from off the surface Traces each and every line And with scarred and weathered fingers Holds it up towards the light He knows exactly what he has to do to bring it back to life Nothing's worthless for the one who sees the gold New for old He takes it home and once again His sk**ed and loving hands begin To strip away the varnish and the glue He sands it down, and thought it's late He gives it one more coat of paint 'Til every crack is gone; it's good as new Every Monday morning, you will find him at the store 'Cause someone's thrown away something he knows he can restore He blows the dust from off the surface Traces each and every line And with scarred and weathered fingers Holds it up towards the light He knows exactly what he has to do to bring it back to life Nothing's worthless for the one who sees the gold 'Cause there is nothing that is beyond repair There is no one too far gone Can't your eyes see what can be done With a little love Just blow the dust from off the surface of a tired and weary life There's a diamond to discover when you hold it to the light 'Cause everyone is someone's treasure when they're loved, and that is why Nothing's worthless for the one who sees the gold New for old