Keith Jarrett - Old Folks lyrics

Everyone knows him as Old Folks Like the seasons, he'll come and he'll go Just as free as a bird and as good as his word That's why everybody loves him so Always leaving his spoon in his coffee Tucks his napkin up under his chin And that yellow cow-pie is so mellow it's ripe But you needn't be ashamed of him Every Friday he'll go fishing, down on his favorite lake But he only hooks a perch or two, the whale got away Looks like we warm the steak Someday there'll be no more Old Folks What a lonesome old town this will be Children's voice at play, will be still for a day The day they take the Old Folks away