All Our Favorite Songs

On a quiet street in the city
A little old man walked alone
Shuffling through the autumn afternoon
And the autumn leaves reminded him
Another summer's come and gone
He had a lonely lonely night
Ahead waiting for June

Then among the leaves a near the orphans 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 brand

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

Well the old man's eyes
Searched the orphan's home
And he came to rest upon a little 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
And exchanging little
Gifts they'd made for each other
The old man would carve toys
For the little girl
And she'd draw pictures of
Beautiful ladies for him
And they laughed a lot

But when the first day of June came
And the little girl ran to the fence
And the old man wasn't there
She waited for a while
But somehow she knew he was never coming back
So she went back to her little room
And took her crayola and then she wrote