It’s the morning soon he’ll rise
Finds the glasses for his eyes
Aren’t what they used to be
Puts on the clothes he’s worn so long
On the bureau sits the picture of a lady
And the mural of a man
Who’s been gone for many years
Old man walks in Echo Park
From bench to bench he moves
From morning till dark
And for the ducks some bread he brings
Wonder if he’ll feed them this time next Spring
Listening to the children play
Reminds him of other days
Many years ago
Thoughts of a child that he helped grow
And the memory of a letter saying “Dear Sir”
We regret to inform you, your son
Will not be coming home
Old man tell me are there fears
Do you measure life in years
Or is one day all you’ll ever know
Old man walks in Echo Park
From bench to bench he moves
From morning till dark
And for the ducks some bread he brings
Wonder if he’ll feed them this time next Spring