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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 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'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's chill

It's to have a good cry

To say their last good bye

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 hands

Like children in the dark

But one will get lost anyway

And the other will remain

Just sitting in that 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 waits for us all