Whoever Finds This I Love You

On the quiet street in the city a little old man walked alone

Shuffling through the autumn afternoon

And the autumn leaves reminded him that another summer's come and gone

He had a long lonely night 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 little old man began to cry

Cause the words burned inside him like a flame

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

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

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 to the little girl

And she'd draw pictures of beautiful ladies surrounded by green trees and sunshine

And they laughed a lot

But then one day on the first of June the little girl ran to the fence

To show the old man the pictures she'd draw for him

But he wasn't there and somehow the little girl knew he's never coming back

So she went back to her little room and took a crayon and a piece of paper

And she wrote

Whoever finds this I love you