There's an old lady downtown who sits at her window.

She just sits and watches the whole world go by.

I don't know how long she's been there,

Or how long she's going to stay.

Nobody knows her name,

Nobody knows her age.

She just sits there at her window

And watches the world go by.

She's seen it all but doesn't take part in anything-

The loving and fighting and yelling and playing.

She's seen life and death and anything in between,

But doesn't move from her seat at the window.

She watches people going by,

Day after day, year after year.

The young and the old walking past the window

Of the old lady who sits downtown.

Nobody really knows anything about her-

Mrs. Green said she's a witch, and she cooks toads in a black pot.

A man down the street said that she must be senile or insane.

A little girl somewhere thinks she might be God.

People are scared to knock on her door-

If they look up from the street and they see her looking down

They look away without so much as a nod

Or a smile of recognition.

Girl scouts selling cookies cross the street to avoid her,

And little boys dare each other to ring her doorbell.

Once in a while a good Samaritan thinks about saying hello,

But somehow they get scared off too.

She must be a lonely old lady,

Living up there in the dark by herself.

Her time has to come some day,

And that day, she'll die by herself.

But for now, she watches people going by,

Day after day, year after year.

The young and the old walking past the window

Of the old lady who sits downtown.