The work song

My father came from a Highland home
I was raised in a Lowland town
He fought his life for a heartless soil
I watched the burning wheels go round
I tried to break out I grew my hair
I kicked the ball and I made the grade
The more I kicked the more I wept
This is a hopeless heartless cage

We spoke in silence we cursed in vain
Then I shook the old man's hand
If he could see me now he'd be ashamed
Is this the son that became a man
He knew his place and he knew his pride
They've made a freeman of this slave
No there was never beauty here but there was life
What now for a freeman in his grave

So what will I tell the woman I love
Lying in her arms as the sun goes down
You tell me you can live on love
Rivers of plenty, money to burn
And as I lie across her breasts
I feel the heartbeat of an unborn love
I close my eyes and I pray to God
Make this a daughter not a son

A man must work his hands
A man must bare his brow
A man must hold his head high
As we walks on through this world