Old Folks — текст песни (John Denver)





The old folks dont 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 youve 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 pianos 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 doesnt matter now

The song has died away

And echos all around



Youll 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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