Whoever Finds This, I Love You

Whoever Finds This, I Love You - Mac Davis

On a quiet street in the city

A little old man walks along

Shuffling through the autumn afternoon

And the autumn leaves reminded him

Another summer's come and gone

He had a long lonely night ahead

Waiting for June

Then among the leaves near an orphan's home

A piece of paper caught his eye

And he stooped 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 flame

Whoever finds this I love you

Whoever finds this I need you

I ain't 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 cam 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 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'd made for each other

The old man would carve toys

Little girl

Would draw pictures beautiful ladies

And they laughed a lot

But then oneday

On the first June

Little girl ran to the fence

Be a man wasn't fine

And somehow

She knew he was never coming back

So she went back to little room

Took out a crayola and road

Whoever finds this I love you

Whoever finds this I need you

I even get no one to talk to

So whoever finds this I love you