There She Sit's All Alone She Is Little More Than Bone With A Bit Of Skin And Her Hair The Colour Of Tin She's Quite Old Or So I'm Told Her Age You See Is Eighty - Nine She's Probably Older Than Vintage Wine Maybe I'll Take A Little Walk And To Her I Shall Talk Hopefully Filling Her With Glee Because You See There She Sits All Alone She Is Little More Than Bone With A Bit Of Skin And Her Hair The Colour Of Tin I Don't Mean To Offend But Carn't You See How Lonely The Elderly Must Be They Live All Alone With Love To Them Rarely Shown I Hope You Can Find Some Time To Talk Even If It Means A Little Walk To Show People Like Her Care And Respect And You Will See The Kindness You Give Will Fill Them With Glee