Old John Parker (Remastered)

Old John Parker (Remastered) - Magna Carta/Chris Simpson

Old John Parker staying up late

Sitting by his garden gate

Days of laughter and of tears

Turning into falling years gone by

What does he know

What can he tell

Of the things he's known

Of the things he's seen what the reason for living has been

The brown suit he wears is so patched at the knee

And the stick that he leans on far older than me

The frost of his age shining so white in his hair

And his eyes are alive with knowing

But he's so far away and he's happy that way

With his dog and the world that he knows so well

Just what he's thinking

No one can tell

Old John Parker dressed in black

For sunday church walks there and back

Clouds above him line the sky

And autumn leaves turning slowly by

What does he know

What can he tell

Of the things he's known

Of the things he's seen what the reason for living has been

In the summer he dozes and sits in the sun

With his thumbs in the book he has never begun

His garden around him and things to be done

But he's happy just watching it growing

But he's so far away and he's happy that way

With his dog and the world that he knows so well

Just what he's thinking

No one can tell