The Caretaker

I live in the cemetery, "Ol' caretaker" they call me

In the wintertime, I rake the leaves

And in the summer, I cut the weeds

When a funeral comes, the people cry and pray

They bury their dead, then they all go away

But through their grief I still can see their hate, and greed, and jealousy

So here I work, and I somehow hide from a world that rushes by outside

And each night when I rest my head, I'm contented as the peaceful death

But who's gonna cry when old John dies?

Who's gonna cry when old John dies?

Once, I was a young man dashing with the girls

Now, no one wants an old man, I lost my handsome curls

But I wanna say, when my time comes, lay me facing the rising sun

Put me in the corner where I buried my pop

Tell the preacher to pray, then cover me up

Don't lay flowers where my head should be

Maybe God will let some grow for me

And all the little children that I love like my own

Will they be sorry that old John's gone?

Who's gonna cry when old John dies?

Who's gonna cry when old John dies?