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'