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 find 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.