Whoever Finds This I Love You

Whoever Finds This I Love You - Davis/Anthony Armstrong Jones

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

The 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

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

The old man's eyes searched the orphan's home

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 would carve toys

And the little girl she draw pictures for beautiful ladies

Smiled in winter trees sunshine

And they laughed a lot

But then on the first day of June

The lttle girl ran to the fence the old man wasn't there

Until there somehow the little girl knew

He was never coming back

So she went back to her little room

Took a crayonand and a piece of paper and she 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