Small babe clinging to his
Papa works and they both need rest
Trying hard to build the nest
For the young ones for to stay
But soon they're grown and
Building their stuff they vary on
But all their weary hands touch
Life is a long and a winding road
And as we go we need to know that
Hobo sittin' in Village Square
Lost on the road that brought him there
Some they care and some just stare
And they shake their head and say
ain't it bad and ain't it sad
The wasted life that he must have had
Life is a long and a winding road
But then maybe he touched
Just to feed their brother's need
Gave it all so all could see
There can be a better day
For me, I come with naught to bring
But the thought that I thought I'd sing
Life is a long and a winding road
I've done wrong, how well I know
I said I, that just maybe I'd touch
Somewhere along my way you