Lyrics:

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...