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's come and gone
He had a long long midnight ahead waiting for june
Then among the leaves near an orphan's home
A piece of paper caught his eyes

And he stood 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 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 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 wold carve toys
And the little girl would draw pictures for beautiful ladies
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 never coming 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