A puppet maker's shop
The old man lives alone
And his hair has all gone grey.
He folds his arms and smiles,
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 wish my work were done.
A puppet carved from wood,
He will be my son,
Who I will call the only one.
But I wish he could really share my dream,
Come to life within my hands.
You are 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,
Oh, 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 holds his only son.
There is so much I want for you.
Come to life within my hands.
You are string for me, a tired old man.
Speak, my son, oh, speak to me,
Life is wonderful. I wish you could see.
Make you know what it's like to feel,
Make you know what it's like to live.