It's a working man I am and I've been down underground. And I swear to God if I ever see the sun. Or for any length of time I can hold it in my mind. I never again will go down underground.
Christmas is coming, I can tell by the smiles. I remember the snowflakes that fell from the sky. And covered the village that lay sleeping below. Thank goodness this season will never grow old..
You can't go home again. You can't go home again. And where you played as children. The field has grown in. . And the hill overlooking. What used to be your home.
Its a working man l am. And Ive been down under ground. And I swear to God if l ever see the sun. Or for any length of time. I can hold it in my mind.
Dresses my mother wore were never of silk. Places where she would go, it wouldn't fit in. But I remember, cold days turned to spring. Just to know she was there when I'd walk in.
The last time I saw you. You were standing by the tracks. Holding on to a vinyl suitcase. Holding back an easy laugh. . Oh don't you know. . Standing on that crowded train.
I see the mountains, feel the salt air. I have reasons to behold. All the wonders that never cease to be. . You're as timeless as the water. You're as gentle as the fields.
I'm gonna go to a higher power. I'm gonna go straight to the Lord. He comforts me in my waking hours. Watch over me if You please, if You please. . When I awake on Sunday morning.