Come My Little Son

Come, my little son and I will tell you what to do

Undress yourself and get into bed and a tale I'll tell to you

It's all about your daddy, he's a man you'll seldom see

For he's had to roam away from home, far away from you and me

Remember, lad, he's still your dad

Though he's working far away

In the cold and heat all the hours of the week

On England's motorway

Now, when you fall and hurt yourself and get a feeling bad

It won't make any use to go running for your dad

For the only time since you were born he's had to spend with you

He was out of a job and hadn't a bob

He was signin' on the brew

Remеmber, lad, he's still your dad

Though hе's working far away

In the cold and heat all the hours of the week

On England's motorway

Now sure, we'd like your daddy here, sure that would be fine

To have him working near to home to see him all the time

But beggars can't be choosers so we'll have to bear our load

For we need the money your daddy earns while working on the road

Remember, lad, he's still your dad

Though he's working far away

In the cold and heat all the hours of the week

On England's motorway

Remember, lad, he's still your dad

Though he's working far away

In the cold and heat all the hours of the week

On England's motorway