Stranger To The Season Lyrics - Ralph Mctell

A man without a job is a stranger to the seasons 

The April rain will soak you like the worst November brings 

And we're tired of the excuses and the carefully worded reasons 

Without Winter there's no Summer 

Without Autumn there's no Spring. 

When the factories close down the life bleeds from the town. 

Some politicians tells us, 'move and build another home', 

But weren't they voted in to lead us? 

No one said they had to feed us. 

If they'd get us back our jobs 

Then we would take care of our own. 

Chorus 

For a man without a job 

Is a stranger to the seasons 

No music to the cycle of the changes will he hear. 

Like a band without a drummer 

There's no Winter, Spring, or Summer 

There's no rhythm to the passing of the 

Months that make the year. 

Everyone is poorer for the millions 

Who keep growing 

Whose season stays at Autumn 

And whose only colour's grey 

Though we get by on the dole 

It feeds the body, starves the soul 

And stirs the bitterness that's growing 

In the ones who've been betrayed.