Stranger To The Season — текст песни (Ralph McTell)

A man without a job is a stranger to the seasons
The April rain will soak you like the worst November brings
And we`re tired of the excuses and the carefully worded reasons
Without Winter there`s no Summer
Without Autumn there`s no Spring.

When the factories close down the life bleeds from the town.
Some politicians tells us, `move and build another home`,
But weren`t they voted in to lead us?
No one said they had to feed us.
If they`d get us back our jobs
Then we would take care of our own.

Chorus
For a man without a job
Is a stranger to the seasons
No music to the cycle of the changes will he hear.
Like a band without a drummer
There`s no Winter, Spring, or Summer
There`s no rhythm to the passing of the
Months that make the year.

Everyone is poorer for the millions
Who keep growing
Whose season stays at Autumn
And whose only colour`s grey
Though we get by on the dole
It feeds the body, starves the soul
And stirs the bitterness that`s growing
In the ones who`ve been betrayed.

Chorus