The old man sits in his easy chair
Thinking of days gone by
As he lights his pipe he realizes
There are no more tears to cry

They'd been together fifty-three years
She was the pride and joy of his life
Now after a long and painful illness
Yesterday he'd buried his beloved wife

She'll not be there as in the past
But the memories will return, again and again
Those he will welcome with wide open arms
As he would for an old and very dear friend

He'll not be left completely alone
Old Jake will be there to help him along
Lying close at hand right next to his chair
Like a guardian, should something go wrong

As time passes by he'll get on with his life
For he knows of no other way
But deep down in the depths of his soul
He knows he too was buried yesterday