The Park Song
            by Bill O'Connor, c.

A feature article in the Sunday paper was the inspiration for this song.  The article was about a man who fed pigeons in one of Milwaukee's parks.  He had it down to a science: white bread in small pieces spread out about where he sat.  And the pigeons did indeed gather around their provider.  I started writing a songs just about him but decided to broaden the topic when I saw all the different types of people who enjoy being in the park.

Album: Through the Years/Bill O'Connor

The pigeons sure love the man sitting in the park.
He brings bits of bread not too big and not too dark.
They gather 'round him so
They're friends that he gets to know
Sitting in the park.

There's a man in the park who stares at the lake so blue
He's in another time and you wish you could go there too.
The wind lifts his silver hair
The years pass without a care
Sitting in the park.

People watchers, clock stoppers,
Eye poppers and a kid or two
Bike riders, song writers,
Lonely people and some lovers too.

There's the office girl who comes here to unwind
And the bench sleeper who's surely had too much wine
There are others, don't you know
Who enjoy the feeling so
Sitting in the park.

People watchers, clock stoppers,
Eye poppers and a kid or two
Bike riders, song writers,
Lonely people and some lovers too.

The pigeons sure love the man sitting in the park.
He brings bits of bread not too big and not too dark
There are others, don't you know
Who enjoy the feeling so
Sitting in the park.