Kate Rusby - We'll Sing Hallelujah

A man is like a rusty wheel

On a rusty cart

And 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 in thorns

And 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 on the wall

And he sings when somebody scrapes on the bow

Or he can't sing 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

He wishes he never was born

And he longs for the time when the clock will chime

And he's gone 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

And we work all day in the old-fashioned way

Till the shining star appears