You are the sunshine melting the snow,
You water the seed,
You give what it needs,
The leaves’ll grow,
So give me the sunshine.

High on a hillside you are the breeze,
I used to be small but then I grew tall,
I turned into a tree,
So give me a hillside.

Oh your love has fed the root,
made my blossoms turn to fruit,
Now the days are cold,
The wind begins to blow.

Yeah your love has fed the root,
from my branches fell the fruit,
Now the days are cold,
The wind begins to blow,
Yeah the sun's getting low.

You are the sun,
You are breeze,
I used to be small,
But now I'm a tree.

I'm a working man,
And I've got working hands,
And I've worked the land for ages, hmm.

But the toll this life has taken,
Is a back that’s always aching,
And if my scars could tell their tales,
It'd take a long, long time,
You'd hear about broken bones and splinters.

Yeah, tankard ales and long dark winters,
A laureate who’s not worried at the rhyme.

Oh but when the rain comes down,
I stop the rain from falling on the ground.

I'm a working man,
And I've got working hands,
I've worked the land for ages, hmm,
For ages, hmm.

I've got one hand on the wheel,
The whole world is passing' by,
I've got one hand on the wheel,
Got a big blue sky,
I've got one hand on the wheel,
The sun is getting low,
I've got one hand on the wheel,
I'm gonna roll real slow.

Cos it’s a long, long road, we've got time,
Yeah it’s a long, long road, so we’ve got time.