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