"When I was a young man I was told,
Don't be a fool and don't grow cold,
Go be the sunshine so you can grow old,
So I started wearing black suits
Instead of track suits
Runnin' all over the place,
A fake smile plastered to my face,
No, I mourned daily,
For those poor souls pushing up the daisies,
I cried for the broken hearted
For the loved ones that were so regarded,
I visited the lonely man in the cell,
Who's going through hell,
I carried the casket,
For the old lady who used to make me wicker baskets,
I fed the squirrels and the doves,
with a grim face and a black pair of gloves,
You won't see me at the pub or the bar,
Drowning my sorrows and holding a lit cigar,
No, you'd see me walking down the street,
setting an example to everyone I meet,
Bending my withered back
to help the orphan boy get back on track,
Soon I grew old, and the years took their toll,
I had to use a wooden cane,
So I could hobble down the cobblestone lane,
I became blind in one eye,
but it never stopped me from looking up at that beautiful night sky,
and telling you,
please don't cry."