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'se and gone
He had long a 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 up to pick it 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 even got no one to talk to

So , whoever finds this , I love you

Well , old the 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 man the knew old 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 the winter laughing rainat
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 for him

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.

And , somehow she knew he was nevering beck.

So she went back to her lttle room , took a crayon and wrote

Whoever finds this , I love you

Whoever finds this , I need you
I even got no one to talk to
So , whoever finds this , I love you

So , whoever finds this , I love you