In the quite 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 long long midnight aheah 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 trembbling hands
And as he read the childish writing
The old man began cry
'Cause the words burned inside him like a brand
Whoever finds this, I love you
Whoever finds this,
