Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris movie - THE OLD FOLKS lyrics
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The old folks don't talk much<br>
And they talk so slowly when they do<br>
They are rich, they are poor, their illusions are gone<br>
They share one haeart for two<br>
Their homes all smell of thyme, of old photographs<br>
And an old-fashioned song<br>
Though you may live in town you live so far away<br>
When you've lived too long<br>
And have they laughed too much, do their dry voices crack<br>
Talking of times gone by<br>
And have they cried too much, a tear or two<br>
Still always seems to cloud the eye<br>
They tremble as they watch the old silver clock<br>
When day is through<br>
It tick-tocks oh so slow, it says, "Yes," it says, "No"<br>
It says, "I'll wait for you."<br>
The old folks dream no more<br>
The books have gone to sleep, the piano's out of tune<br>
The little cat is dead and no more do they sing<br>
On a Sunday afternoon<br>
The old folks move no more, their world's become too small<br>
Their bodies feel like lead<br>
They might look out the window or else sit in a chair<br>
Or else they stay in bed<br>
And if they still go out, arm in arm, arm in arm<br>
In the morning's chill<br>
It's to have a good cry, to say their last good-bye<br>
To one who's older still<br>
And then they go home to the old silver clock<br>
When day is through<br>
It tick-tocks oh so slow, it says, "Yes," it says, "No"<br>
It says, "I'll wait for you."<br>
The old folks never die<br>
They just put down their heads and go to sleep one day<br>
They hold each other's hand like children in the dark<br>
But one will get lost anyway<br>
And the other will remain just sitting in that room<br>
Which makes no sound<br>
It doesn't matter now, the song has died away<br>
And echoes all around<br>
You'll see them when they walk through the sun-filled park<br>
Where children run and play<br>
It hurts too much to smile, it hurts too much but life goes on<br>
For still another day<br>
As they try to escape the old silver clock<br>
When day is through<br>
It tick-tocks oh so slow, it says, "Yes," it says, "No"<br>
It says, "I'll wait for you."<br>
The old, old silver clock that's hanging on the wall<br>
That waits for us<br>
All<br>
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