As you walk down the street – how often do you meet Some poor man whose life has life had grown old? His aged form is bent – in his pocket not a cent And for shelter knows not where to go
See that poor old wreck of toil – his children him do shun To die I'm sure he has prayed For himself and dear wife after toilin' all their lives Find they're old and only in the way
Chorus So let us cheer them on – they won't be with us long Don't laugh because they're old and gray Just remember while you're young that for you the time will come When you're old and only in the way
Now my message, I'm sure, is for the rich as well as poor Take a rich man when he's growin' old His relations 'round him stand – and they take him by the hand They want him to die – they want his gold.
All through life he has enjoyed all the things that gold can buy But gold – his life could not save. After all he's like the poor when his journey's nearly o're 'Find he's old and only in the way
Chorus So let us cheer them on – they won't be with us long Don't laugh because they're old and gray Just remember while you're young that for you the time will come When you're old and only in the way When you're old and only in the way.