On a 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 a lonely lonely night ahead waiting for June

Then among the leaves a near the orphans home
A piece of paper caught his eye
And he stooped to pick it up with trembling hands
And 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 he came to rest upon a little 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

And they did spend the winter laughing at the rain
Talking through the fence and exchanging little gifts they'd made for each other
The old man would carve toys for the little girl
And she'd draw pictures of beautiful ladies for him
And they laughed a lot
But when the first day of June came
And the little girl ran to the fence and the old man wasn't there
She waited for a while
But somehow she knew he was never coming back
So she went back to her little room
And took her crayola and then she wrote