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"