My old black cat passed away this morning He never knew what a hard day was. Woke up late and danced on tin roofs. If questioned “Why?” – answered, “Just because.”
He never spoke much, preferring silence: eight lost lives was all he had. Occasionally sneaked some Sunday dinner. He wasn’t good and he wasn’t bad.
My old black cat wasn’t much of a looker. You could pass him by – just a quiet shadow. Got pushed around by all the other little guys. Didn’t seem to mind much – just the way life goes.
Padded about in furry slippers. Didn’t make any special friends. He played it cool with wide-eyed innocence, Receiving gladly what the good Lord sends.
Forgot to give his Christmas present. Black cat collar, nice and new. Thought he’d make it through to New Year. I guess this song will have to do.
My old black cat………. Old black cat…………Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
