Interpret:

John Denver

Album:

Whose Garden Was This?

The old folks don't talk much 
 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 


 Have they laughed too much 
 Do their dry voices crack 
 talking of things gone by 
 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 
 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 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 become too 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 in arm, arm in arm 
 in the morning chill 
 its 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 
 tick tocks oh 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 doesn't matter now 
 the song has died away 
 and echoes all around 


 you'll see them as they walk 
 through the sun filled parks 
 where children run and play 
 it hurst too 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 tocks 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