On the quiet street in the city A little old man walked alone Shuffling through the autumn afternoon And the autumn leaves reminded him Another summer's come and gone He had long lonely nights ahead waiting for June
Then among the leaves near an orphan's home A piece of paper caught his eyes And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands As he read the childish writing The old man began to cry 'Cause the words burned inside him like a brand
"Whoever finds this, I love you Whoever finds this, I need you I ain't even got no one to talk to So, whoever finds this, I love you!"
Well, the old man's eyes searched the orphan's home And came to rest upon a child With her nose pressed up against the window pane And the old man knew he'd found a friend at last So he waved at her and smiled And they both knew they'd spend the winter Laughing at the rain
(Spoken) And they did spend the winter laughing at the rain Talking through the fence Exchanging little gifts they've made for each other The old man would carve toys And the little girl would draw pictures of beautiful ladies for him And they laughed a lot
But then one day on the first of June The little girl ran to the fence... the old man wasn't there And, somehow she knew he was never coming back So she went back to her little room took a crayon, And wrote
"Whoever finds this, I love you Whoever finds this, I need you I ain't even got no one to talk to So, whoever finds this, I love you!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
