Man of the Earth
[Verse 1]
Each day as I go through the old shantytown
Where the sheds and allotments all stand
I see an old man on his land
With a fork or a spade in his hand
And he's there in all weather, in sunshine and rain
And I hesitate as I walk past
Is he happy or sad with his task?
Oh, I haven't the time for to ask

[Chorus]
A man of the Earth, a man of the soil
In his lonely allotment, he labors and toils
And he's not much to do since he turned sixty-five
So he took to his garden to keep him alive
And I think it's his joy and his pride

[Verse 2]
Fifty years in the ironworks broke his will
And his back and his shoulders are round
There was no other work in the town
So they had him both fettered and bound
Then all of a sudden, he turned sixty-five
And the bosses said, "Thank you, my man"
And they stuck a gold watch in his hand
And behind him the door quickly slammed
[Chorus]
A man of the Earth, a man of the soil
In his lonely allotment, he labors and toils
And he's not much to do since he turned sixty-five
So he took to his garden to keep him alive
And I think it's his joy and his pride

[Verse 3]
Each Saturday evening he's down at the pub
And he sits by himself at the bar
Slowly sipping the solitary jar
Oh, a pension won't go very far
So he sells a few things to his neighbors and friends
Some things from his garden he grows
But he's got to watch out how he goes
Or they'll stop all his pension, he knows

[Chorus]
A man of the Earth, a man of the soil
In his lonely allotment, he labors and toils
And he's not much to do since he turned sixty-five
So he took to his garden to keep him alive
And I think it's his joy and his pride

[Verse 4]
Each day as I go through the old shantytown
Where the sheds and allotments all stand
I see an old man on his land
With a fork or a spade in his hand
But I cannot linger, no I must be gone
For I work at the ironworks too
I started there five years ago
Only forty-five more to go
[Chorus]
A man of the Earth, a man of the soil
In his lonely allotment, he labors and toils
And he's not much to do since he turned sixty-five
So he took to his garden to keep him alive
And I think it's his joy and his pride
A man of the Earth, a man of the soil
In his lonely allotment, he labors and toils
And he's not much to do since he turned sixty-five
So he took to his garden to keep him alive
And I think it's his joy and his pride

[Outro]
I think it's his joy and his pride
I think it's his joy and his pride