Newspaper Blanket - The Cowsills

Sad old man nobody loves him

Every morning I would see him sleeping in the dew

He never noticed me as I passed by

I’d walk by slowly staring at the holes worn through his shoes

Wondering how he managed to get by Sad old man nobody loves him

Sad old man has no place to stay

And nothing to claim but a broken down park bench

And a newspaper blanket on a cold winter’s day

The afternoon would come;

I’d see him begging by the square

While I was in the crowd without a mind

And had I been alone, I would have told him someone cared

But it never bothered him for he was blind

Sad old man nobody loves him

Sad old man has no place to stay

And nothing to claim but a broken down park bench

And a newspaper blanket on a cold winter’s day

Sad old man how long will you be here

Sad old man how long can you stay

For if you should leave who’ll take care of the park bench

And the newspaper blanket would be left by the way