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 throw 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