Richard my little boy
Bring back the memories
Of how it was like
When i was young
Richard my little boy
Bring back the feeling
Of how it was like
To sing a new song

I watch an elderly woman on a bench in the park
I see a doll on her lap i can hear her sing out loud

Richard my little boy
Bring back the memories
Of how it was like
When i was young

Richard my little friend
Always listen carefully to your heart
In all that you do
Richard my little friend
Take all my words
And build up a world
With letters from them

Years have painted her hair and colored her face
She has lost all her loved ones this park is her
Sacred place
Richard my little friend
Take all my words
And build up a world
With letters from them...