I am a blind man cannot see.
I sit on a bench by a big oak tree.
I feel the warmth of the sun that lights up my face.
I can hear the church bells ring with grace.
I hear the leaves rustle over the ground.
As squirrels run and tumble around.
I can hear children playing all about,
As one child says, "Hey, I'm Out!"
They call me a blind man,
But I can see,
I hear the noises by a big oak tree.