Beautiful Story

What's your name, is it Jane? Would you mind sitting next to a silly old fool? It's just that I'm tired of wasting my hours Talking to trees, watching the flowers grow Watching birds, chasing bees Little boys scraping knees Even my tears have all dried Can I sit by your side? Don't misunderstand me I'm just an old man with no place to go And if you oblige me and sit here beside me I'll tell you a story, a beautiful story That you might not know, please don't go Pardon me, Mister Tree I hope that I didn't offend you before You are my friend but I wanted much more Now I'm back once again Just like always before Watchin' birds chasin' bees Little boys scrapin' knees Even my tears have all dried Can I sit by your side? Don't misunderstand me I'm just an old man with no place to go If you oblige me and sit here beside me I'll tell you a story, a beautiful story That you might not know, please don't go