The Caretaker · letra

Verse 1

I live in the cemetery 'Old 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 can still see Their hate and greed and jealousy So here I work And I somehow hide From a world that rushes By outside But each night When I rest my head I'm contented As the peaceful dead

Chorus

But who's going to cry When old John dies? Who's going to cry When old John dies?

Verse 2

Once I was a young man Dashing with the girls Now no one wants an old man When I lost my handsome curls But I want to say When my time comes Lay me facing The rising sun Put me in a corner Where I buried my pup Tell the preacher to pray Then cover me up Don't lay flowers Where my head should be Maybe God would 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?

Chorus

But who's going to cry When old John dies? Who's going to cry When old John dies?