Mi Viejo

He's a good guy, my old man
Who walks alone and yet hopeful
He feels the long sadness
From so much wandering

I see him from a distance
But we are so very different
It's as if he grew up with the century
With trolley cars and red wine

Old man, my dear old man
Now he walks heavily
As if he's forgiving the wind
I am blood of your blood, old man
I am your silence and your season

He has such kind eyes
And a figure heavily burdened
The age has come upon him
Without carnival or clowns

I am young
And this man is old
He carries his pain inside
And he has a history that is timeless

Old man, my dear old man
Now he walks heavily
As if he's forgiving the wind

I am blood of your blood, old man
I am your silence and your season
I am blood of your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your season

I am blood of your blood, old man
I am your silence and your season