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 to
Their homes all smell of tyme Of old photographs And an old fashioned song Though you may live in town You live so far away When you've lived to long
Have they laughed to much Do their dry voices crack Talking of things gone by Have they cried to 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 oh 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 to 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 and arm, arm and arm In the mornings chill Its to have a good cry To say their last goodbye To one whose 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 hurst 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 oh so slow It says yes it says no It says I wait for you
The old old silver clock Thats hanging on the wall That waits for us all
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