This was a mid-to-late '60's song- I believe it was called Morning Sun. It was sung by an English sounding group; it was about an old newspaper peddler who was all but invisible to the people who hurried past him day in and day out. He sold the Morning Sun newspaper. Lyrics of the final verse went like this:
When the evening's done and everyone's gone home
He walks up and down the city streets alone
No one hears him crying
No one sees the tears
They don't even see him
He's been dead for years
Crying "Papers . . . Papers . . . Get your Morning Sun."
Papers . . . Papers . . . Get your Morning Sun."



