Richard Thompson We Sing Hallelujah
A man is like a rusty wheel On a rusty cart He sings his song as he rattles along and then he falls apart. And we'll sing hallelujah At the turning of the year And we work all day in the old fashioned way 'Till the shining star appears A man is like a briar He covers himself with thorns He laughs like a clown when his fortune's down And his clothes are ragged and torn And we'll sing hallelujah At the turning of the year And we work all day in the old fashioned way 'Till the shining star appears A man is like a three string fiddle Hanging up on the wall. He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow Or he can't play at all. And we'll sing hallelujah At the turning of the year And we work all day in the old fashioned way 'Till the shining star appears A man is like his father Wishes he never was born. He longs for the time when the clock will chime And he's dead for evermore. And we'll sing hallelujah At the turning of the year And we work all day in the old fashioned way 'Till the shining star appears And we'll sing hallelujah At the turning of the year And we work all day in the old fashioned way 'Till the shining star appears