There's an old man in the park
Sometimes sits till after dark
Old men often don't say much
Rubenstein is just one such
But if you sit with him a while
He will talk and sometimes smile
Rubenstein remembers
Long ago Septembers, long ago
He was born in Germany
Poor but loving family
Jewish tailors don't get rich
But they sew a close, close stitch
Married 1929
Wife, two children doing fine
Until 1939
Took them down that railroad line
Rubenstein remembers
But he will not say
What he did or where he was
All those years he went away
Rubenstein remembers
But his voice is still
He pulls his coat around him
As he feels a sudden chill
And he walks away