We had an apartment in the city.
Me and my husband liked living there.
It's been years since the kids have grown
A life of their own left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha.
Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war.
I still don't know what for don't matter any more.
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
But old people they just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
"Hello in there. Hello"
Me and my husband we don't talk much anymore.
He sits and stares through the backdoor screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream
That we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and call up Judy.
We worked together at the factory.
Ah but what would I say when she asks what's new?
Say "Nothing what's with you?
Nothing much to do."
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Ah but but old people they just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
"Hello in There. Hello."
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And you should spot some hollow ancient eyes
Don't you pass them by and stare
As if you didn't care.
Say "Hello in there. Hello."
