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 up on 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