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, so, 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, it's 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 tock, so, 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 echo's all around      You'll see them as they walk   Through the sun filled parks   Where children run and play   It hurts to 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 tock, so, so slow   It says 'Yes', it says 'No'   It says, "I wait for you"      The old old silver clock   That's hanging on the wall   That waits for us all