“On a tour of Quebec, we stopped in Montreal for several days to do a series of concerts. I spotted a man on the sidewalk with his hat laying out and a bunch of pennies on the ground shaped like a heart. Later we passed him again. No longer able to contain my curiosity, I stopped and asked, “What does this mean?” pointing to the pennies on the sidewalk. “Give with love” he said." Just a drifter no one knew where he was from Only a hobo maybe lost or on the run But every morning by the diner he’d sit down And lay his empty hat upon the ground Every penny that he got he’d lay out neatly In the shape of a heart he’d whistle sweetly Some old song he’d heard in church long years before Back when lady fortune smiled upon his door CHORUS And you can find him there on Mondays on the sidewalks of despair After all the weekend people have gone home Give with love he softly cries to the strangers passing by And makes his penny hearts upon the stones The children loved him and they’d gather round his feet Their song of laughter could be heard from down the street Though their fathers would see him driven from their doors He showed kindness where there was none found before One day I asked him as I passed him on the street Could there be meaning in the coins there at his feet He said “Giving ain’t just how we help the poor” “When you give with love you’re giving something more” CHORUS And now the snow flies and my old friend has come and gone He is sleeping where the hillside meets the dawn But I see the children as they play a joyful sound And they make their penny hearts upon the ground CHORUS And I still see him there on Mondays on the sidewalks of despair After all the weekend people had gone home Give with love he softly cried to the strangers passing by And made his penny hearts upon the stones He gave his love to you and I and all the strangers passing by So don’t forget those penny hearts upon the stones I’ll not forget those penny hearts upon the stones