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 upon 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