There is an old man
Who sits all alone in a rocking chair
But nobody knows him
It seems as if nobody cares
Sipping his tea
He's telling us stories of long ago
Back in his homeland
Back in the days of old
Oh what a pleasure to talk to the man
To hear of the spiritual race that he ran
Fellowship's more than a passing Hello
Or some worn out clich? don't you know?
Teach us teach us
To hold one another in highest regard
Even though it seems so hard
Time is at hand
He reads his last chapter then turns the page
He's watching his dreams
And life slip into old age
Oh what a pleasure to talk to the man
To hear of the spiritual race that he ran
Fellowship's more than a passing Hello
Or some worn out clich? don't you know
There's more?
There is so much more
There is an old man
Who sits all alone in a crowded church
And nobody knows him
The trouble to them he's not worth