Man of the Earth (Bernie Parry) Every day as I go through the old shanty town Where the sheds and allotments all stand I see the old man of the land With a rake or a spade in his hand And he's there in all weather in sunshine and rain, I hesitate as I go past Is he happy or sad with his task, Oh I haven't the time for to ask. cho: A man of the earth, a man of the soil In his lonely allotment he labours and toils He's not much to do since he turned sixty-five So he's took to his garden to keep him alive It's his only joy and his pride Forty years in the iron works broke his will, And his back and shoulders are round There was no other work in the town So they had him both fettered and bound Then all of a sudden he turned sixty-five And the bosses said "Thank you my man" And they stuck a gold watch in his hand as behind him the door quickly slammed Every Saturday evening he's down at the club And he stands with his mates at the bar Slowly sipping a solitary jar, Ah a pension won't go very far. So he sells a few things to his neighbours and friends, A few of the things that he grows But he has to watch how he goes Or they'll stop all his pension, he knows. Every day as I go through the old shanty town Where the sheds and allotments all stand I see the old man of the land With a rake or a spade in his hand For I cannot linger, I must be gone, For I work in the iron works too I started there five years ago, Only forty-five more years to go, RA RF
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