The caretaker Start

I live in the cemetery
'Old 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 facin' the rising sun

Put me in a corner where I buried my pup
Tell the preacher to pray, then cover me up

Don't lay flowers where my head should be
Maybe God would 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?