The Old Man In The Park

Every morning there's an old man in the park

Sitting on the same old wooden bench

And all the birds are flying around his head

Singing again and again

He's gathered all the breadcrumbs he could

In his bag to throuw them all away

To his only friends

Sometimes I can see there's a tear in his eye

And then I can feel the burden

He's been carrying for so long within his heart

The old man in the park did not come this morning

I wonder where he's gone now

Will I ever see him again

And now I'm missing him

Like a wise old friend gone without farewell

And when the rain is falling down in the park

I still can see his shadow through the dark

Proudly standing in the wind

Sometimes he seems to be smiling at me

Watching over me throughout my life

And it's been soothing me

Like the touch of an angel

The old man in the park did not come this morning

I wonder where he's gone now

Will I ever see him again

And now I'm missing him

Like a wise old friend

The old man in the park did not come this morning

I wonder where he's gone now

Will I ever see him again

He used to shine so bright

In his daughter's eyes

The old man in the park was my father

He died so many years ago

Leaving nothing

But sadness in my heart

And I'll be mourning him

Until my dying day