Talking

whoever finds this i love you

on the quiet street in the city

a little old man walked alone

shuffing through the autumn afternoon

and the autumn leaves reminded him

another summer's come and gone

he had a long long midnight ahead waiting for june

the among the leaves near an orphan's home

a piece of paper caught his eyes

and he stood 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 thisi love you

whoever finds thisi need you

i even got no one to talk to

sowhoever finds thisi love you

wellthe 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

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 wold carve toys

and the little girl would draw pictures fo beautiful ladies

and they laughed a lot

but then one day on the first of june

the lttle girl ran to the fence -- the old man wasn't there

andsomehow she knew he was never coming beck

so she went back to her lttle roomtook a crayon