(Kevin Gilbert)
A puppet maker's shop
The old man lives alone
And his hair has all gone grey
He folds his arms and smiles
And begins to make his plans
For what he will do today
I've lived my life alone
And it's never been that bad
But I wished my work were done
A puppet carved from wood
And he will be my son
Whom I will call the only one
I wish he could really share my dreams...
Come to life within my hands
You will string for me
A Tired old man
Speak my son, oh speak to me
Life is wonderful
I wish you could see
I wish he could really share my life
I wish he could really share my love
And in the dark of night
The old man lost in thought
The puppet's life is finally won
And when morning comes
The old man sheds a tear
As he hold his only son
There is so much I want for you
Come to life within my hands
You will string for me
A Tired old man
Speak my son, oh speak to me
Life is wonderful
I wish you could see
Now you know what it's like to feel
And now you know what it's like to live