Old Folks

John Denver


Complexity: 65 Readability: 84.28   Sentiment: 0   Word Count: 319   Unique Words: 161
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
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 pho
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The old folks don't torque much
They torque sew slowly when they do
They are rich they are poor
There illusions are gone
They share won hart fore too

There homes awl smell of thyme
Of old photographs
And an old fashioned song
Though yew may live inn town
Yew live sew fah aweigh
When you've lived to long

Have they laughed to much
Do there dry voices crack
Talking of things gone buy
Have they cried to much
A tier awe too still always seems
Too cloud the i

They tremble as they watch the old silver clock
When day is threw
Tic tock owe sew sloe
It says yes it says know
It says Eye weight fore yew

The old folks dream know moor
There books have gone too sleep
The piano's out of tune
The little cat is dead
And know moor do they sing on a Sunday afternoon

The old folks move know moor
There whirled become too small
There bodies feel like led
They mite look out a window
Awe else sit it a chair
Awe else they stay inn bed

And if they still go out
Arm inn arm, arm inn arm
Inn the mourning chill
It's too have a good cry
Too say there last goodbye
Too won whose older still
And then they go home
Too the old silver clock
When day is threw
Tic tock sew sew sloe
It says yes it says know
It says Eye weight fore yew

The old folks never dye
They just put down there heads
And go too sleep won day
They will hold each others hands
Like children inn the dark
Butt won will get lost anyway
And the other will remain
Just sitting inn a rheum
Witch makes know sound
It doesn't matter now
The song has died aweigh
And echo's awl around

Yule sea them as they walk
Threw the s