Текст песни Old Folks - Stevie Wonder

Yeah
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
Puts his napkin under his chin
And that yellow corn pipe
It's so mellow
It's right
You needn't be ashamed of him

Every Friday he'd go fishing
Way down on Buzzard's lake
But he only hook a perch or two
A whale got away
So so we warm up the steak
Yeah

Oh oh oh
Someday there'll be no more old folks
What a lonely old time this will be
Children's voices at play
Will be still for a day
The day they take old folks away