Old Folks

Hmm…

Hmm…

Hmm…

Everyone knows him as old folks

Like the seasons, he comes

And he will go

Just as free as a bird

And as good as his word

That’s why everybody loves him so

Always leaving his spoon in his coffee

Put his napkin up under his chin

And that yellow [?] pipe

It’s so mellow, its ripe

But you needn’t be ashamed of him

In the evening, after supper

What stories he would tell

How he held his speech at gettysburg

For a link on that day

I know that one so well

Don’t quite understand all the old folks

Did he fired for the blue or the gray

But he’s so democratic and so diplomatic

We always let him have his way

Hmm…

Hmm…

Hmm…

Hmm…

And evening after supper

What stories here would tell

How he held his speech at gettysburg

For a link on that day

You know, i know that one so well

Ooh…

Ooh…

Hmm…

Oh, someday, there’ll be no more old folks

What a lonely old world it would be

Childrens’ voice at play

Will be still for our day

The day, the day

The day they take old folks

I will…