It's the morning
Soon, he'll rise
Finds the glasses for his eyes

Aren't what they used to be

Picks up the clothes

He's worn so long
On the bureau sits
The picture of a lady

And the mural of a man
Who've been gone for many years


(CHORUS)
The old man walks in Echo Park
From bench to bench he moves

From morning til dark
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 the days
Many years ago


Thoughts of a child
That he helped grow

And memory of a letter
Saying, dear Sir
We regret to inform you

Your son will not be coming home

(CHORUS)


Old man, tell me are there fears
Do you measure life in years

Or is one day all you'll ever know

Oh, oh, oh...


The old man walks in Echo Park
From bench to bench he moves

From morning til dark

The old man walks in Echo Park

From bench to bench he moves
From morning til dark


The old man walks in Echo Park
From bench to bench he moves...