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'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