Folk Song for Jazz

Well, I got a note from an old folk

It was more like a dream, but I remember somebody spoke

I got down on one knee

And my paternal grandfather said to me

"You are one lucky son of my son"

And I woke up sadder than I'd ever been

Because he didn't say why, and I had never met him

I got down on one knee

And all my blood and my skin comforted me

"You are the best," they screamed in time

And I walked downstairs to the chair made of flowers

Upon it, my dog was humbly laying fast asleep

I got down on one knee

And said, "If you ever feel the need

I will love you without condition"

And I laid down like an old folk

My blood and my skin settled into the daily swing

I got down on one knee

And then, Jazz came up and spoke softly to me

"You are lucky, and you know why"