I'm gonna go to a higher power I'm gonna go straight to the Lord He comforts me in my waking hours Watch over me if You please, if You please When I
The last time I saw you You were standing by the tracks Holding on to a vinyl suitcase Holding back an easy laugh Oh don't you know Standing on that
It?s a working man l am And I?ve been down under ground And I swear to God if l ever see the sun Or for any length of time I can hold it in my mind I
I see the mountains, feel the salt air I have reasons to behold All the wonders that never cease to be You're as timeless as the water You're as gentle
You can't go home again You can't go home again And where you played as children The field has grown in And the hill overlooking What used to be your
Memories of walking home From the Christmas party in the falling snow Exchanging gifts, exchanging smiles Hanging pine cones in the hall Merry Christmas
Dresses my mother wore were never of silk Places where she would go, it wouldn't fit in But I remember, cold days turned to spring Just to know she was
Translation: Rita MacNeil. Workin' Man.
