Old Folks

The old folks don't talk much They talk so slowly when they do They are rich, they are poor Their illusions are gone, they share one heart for two Their homes all smell of time of old photographs And an old fashioned song Though you may live in town You live so far away when you've lived too long Have they laughed too much Do their dry voices crack Talking of things gone by Have they cried too much A tear or two still always seems to cloud the eye They tremble as they watch The old silver clock When day is through Tick tock, so, so slow It says 'Yes', it says 'No' It says, "I wait for you" The old folks dream no more Their books have gone to sleep The piano's out of tune, the little cat is dead And no more do they sing on a Sunday afternoon The old folks move no more Their world become too small Their bodies feel like lead They might look out a window Or else sit it a chair Or else they stay in bed And if they still go out Arm in arm, arm in arm In the morning chill, it's to have a good cry To say their last goodbye to one who's older still And then they go home to the old silver clock When day is through Tick tock, so, so slow It says 'Yes', it says 'No' It says, "I wait for you" The old folks never die They just put down their heads and go to sleep one day They will hold each others hands Like children in the dark but one will get lost anyway And the other will remain Just sitting in a room which makes no sound It doesn't matter now The song has died away and echo's all around You'll see them as they walk Through the sun filled parks Where children run and play It hurts to much to smile It hurts so much But life goes on for still another day As they try to escape the old silver clock When day is through Tick tock, so, so slow It says 'Yes', it says 'No' It says, "I wait for you" The old old silver clock That's hanging on the wall That waits for us all