On a quiet street in the city

A little old man walks along

Shuffling through the autumn afternoon

And the autumn leaves reminded him

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 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 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 cam 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 summer

Laughing at the rain, talking through the fence

Exchanging little gifts they'd made for each other

The old man would carve toys for the little girl

And she would draw pictures for him of beautiful ladies

Surrounded by green trees and sunshine and they laughed a lot But then on the first day of June, the little girl ran to the fence

To show the man a picture she had drawn but he wasn't there

And somehow, the little girl knew he wasn't coming back

So she went back to her little room

Took out a Crayola and a piece of paper and wrote Whoever finds this, I love you

Whoever finds this, I need you

I don't even have no one to talk to

So whoever finds this, I love you