My father worked in a shirt and tie

The factory floor was the place he felt alive

An old dust coat of ink and brown

Machine that roared as he pushed the lever down

And I would feel the warmth

Of the power in his hands, that he'd apply

And watched him as he worked

A man that was a hero to my eye

My mother cared for the broken few

She filled their plates and did all she could do

She'd hurry home to work some more

To smooth the sheets

To tidy up the floor

And I would feel the warmth

From everything she made here with her hand

And we would see this home

As the centre of a map, a rock to stand

And she said, "Sleep my darlings, please

Put your minds at ease

Tomorrow we'll be free to start again

Ooh, again"

He grew the crops of a family life

Delivered fruits to his children and his wife

Then out of nothing, he lost his place

Things fell apart, a feeling of disgrace

And he would often wake

And ask her, "Have I given all I can?"

And felt we looked at him

To ask, "Is he the measure of a man?"

And she said, "Sleep my darling, please

Put your mind at ease

Tomorrow you'll be free to start again"

And now I work in a counting house

I manage life, but only just about

I really can't complain at all

My kids, my wife

The beauty of it all

But all that I can see

Are a thousand little problems in my mind

I'm trying to make it work

I'm trying to use the tools they left behind

And you say, "Sleep my darling, please

Put your mind at ease

Tomorrow you'll be free to start again

Ooh, again"

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