Old man sitting by the river
They tell me that your time is nigh
When fire comes to burn our souls
While you live while I die
Your old dog is your only friend now
Your grant pays for your food and board
While you throw twigs in the river
They're rationing your coal
Your young days were not all bad ones
Your wedding day was a happy event
Fire took your little lady from you
And now your cheeks are wet
If you don't go straight home
You're gonna catch a cold
And at your age that's no good
Old man you're soaking wet
I'm sure you hear, and yet
You're just not trying to move
Old man you've got to wake up
Oh Lord your skin's so cold now
You smiled at me a moment ago
But now your eyes are closed
Old Man... Old Man... Old Man...
