THE JUNK MAN

Carl Sandburg

 

Solo 1:       I am glad God saw Death

                   And gave Death a job taking care of all who

                             are tired of living:

 

All:             When all the wheels in a clock are worn and slow

                             and the connections loose

                   And the clock goes on ticking and telling the

                             wrong time from hour to hour

                   And people around the house joke about what a

                             bum clock it is,

 

Solo 1:       How glad the clock is when the big Junk Man

                             drives his wagon

                   Up to the house and puts his arms around the

                             clock and says:

Solo 2:   ‘You don’t belong here, You gotta come along with me,’

 

Solo 1:       How glad the clock is then,

 

All:             When it feels the arms of the Junk Man close

                             around it, and carry it away.