The Caretaker

I live in the cemetery, "Ol' caretaker" they call me In the wintertime, I rake the leaves And in the summer, I cut the weeds When a funeral comes, the people cry and pray They bury their dead, then they all go away But through their grief I still can see their hate, and greed, and jealousy So here I work, and I somehow hide from a world that rushes by outside And each night when I rest my head, I'm contented as the peaceful death But who's gonna cry when old John dies? Who's gonna cry when old John dies? Once, I was a young man dashing with the girls Now, no one wants an old man, I lost my handsome curls But I wanna say, when my time comes, lay me facing the rising sun Put me in the corner where I buried my pop Tell the preacher to pray, then cover me up Don't lay flowers where my head should be Maybe God will let some grow for me And all the little children that I love like my own Will they be sorry that old John's gone? Who's gonna cry when old John dies? Who's gonna cry when old John dies?