Michael Johnson - Old Folks lyrics
[Michael Johnson - Old Folks lyrics]
The old folks don't talk much
And 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
And have they laughed too much
Do their dry voices crack talking
Of times gone by
And 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
It tick-tocks oh, so slow, it says yes
It says no, it says I'll wait for you
The old folks dream no more
The book have gone to sleep
And the piano's out of tune
The little cat is dead and no more
Do they sing on a Sunday afternoon
They old folks move no more
The world's become too small
Their bodies feel like lead
They might look out the window
Or else sit in 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
It tick-tocks oh, so slow, it says yes
It says no, it says, I'll wait for you
The old folks never die, they just put down
Their heads and go to sleep one day
They hold each other's hand
Like children in the dark
But one would 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 echoes all around
You'll see them when they
Walk through the sun
Filled park where children run and play
It hurts too much to smile, it hurts too much
But life goes on for still another day
As they try to escape
The old silver clock when day is through
It tick-tocks oh so slow, it says yes
It says no, it says, I'll wait for you
The old, old silver clock
That's hanging on the wall
That wait's for us all
And 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
And have they laughed too much
Do their dry voices crack talking
Of times gone by
And 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
It tick-tocks oh, so slow, it says yes
It says no, it says I'll wait for you
The old folks dream no more
The book have gone to sleep
And the piano's out of tune
The little cat is dead and no more
Do they sing on a Sunday afternoon
They old folks move no more
The world's become too small
Their bodies feel like lead
They might look out the window
Or else sit in 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
It tick-tocks oh, so slow, it says yes
It says no, it says, I'll wait for you
The old folks never die, they just put down
Their heads and go to sleep one day
They hold each other's hand
Like children in the dark
But one would 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 echoes all around
You'll see them when they
Walk through the sun
Filled park where children run and play
It hurts too much to smile, it hurts too much
But life goes on for still another day
As they try to escape
The old silver clock when day is through
It tick-tocks oh so slow, it says yes
It says no, it says, I'll wait for you
The old, old silver clock
That's hanging on the wall
That wait's for us all