Lyrics:

1992


Here's a story about an old man
Who'd turn the page of the final chapter of his life
He would use pension money to buy candy
And all the children called him Mr. Candyman

They would gather around, children all around town
You would hear them callin' from the window up above
Mr. Candyman, answer us if you can
Have you gone away, don't you love us anymore

Old Ira Gray used to live in the attic
Of an old tenament house
1861, he fought the civil way
Now, he's old and crippled, don't get around much anymore

He'd take an old soup can with tremblin' hands
Fill it with candy and tie it with twine
From the window, it came, children called out his name
Mr. Candyman is back here again

Old Ira Gray used to play
A tune on his fiddle to pass the time away
I'd hear him late at night, playin' the Sailor's Horn ?pipe?
Then, he'd laugh at himself and, I swear, old Ira was tight

He'd take an old soup can with tremblin' hands
Fill it with candy and tie it with twine
From the window, it came, children called out his name
Mr. Candyman your back here again

Old Ira Gray passed away
And he was layed to rest in Potter's field that day
No one seemed to care for the old man with the white hair
But the children stared at the window up above

They would gather around, children all around town
You would hear them callin' from the window up above
Mr. Candyman, answer us if you can
Have you gone away, don't you love us anymore

Mr. Candyman, don't you love us anymore
Have you gone away, don't you love us anymore