Oh the neon lights were flashin'

And the icy wind did blow

The water seeped into his shoes

And the drizzle turned to snow

His eyes were red, his hopes were dead

And the wine was runnin' low

And the old man came home

>From the forest



His tears fell on the sidewalk

As he stumbled in the street

A dozen faces stopped to stare

But no one stopped to speak

For his castle was a hallway

And the bottle was his friend

And the old man stumbled in

>From the forest



Up a dark and dingy staircase

The old man made his way

His ragged coat around him

As upon his cot he lay

And he wondered how it happened

That he ended up this way

Getting lost like a fool

In the forest



And as he lay there sleeping

A vision did appear

Upon his mantle shining

A face of one so dear

Who had loved him in the springtime

Of a long-forgotten year

When the wildflowers did bloom

In the forest



She touched his grizzled fingers

And she called him by his name

And then he heard the joyful sound

Of children at their games

In an old house on a hillside

In some forgotten town

Where the river runs down

>From the forest



With a mighty roar the big jets soar

Above the canyon streets

And the con men con but life goes on

For the city never sleeps

And to an old forgotten soldier

The dawn will come no more

For the old man has come home

>From the forest