A Working Man

Here's a wee tune that I wrote while I was in Ireland. So it's got a jig feel to it. And this one is called the Working Man.

If I could write a love song, I'd sing it for you

Of the many ways I love you, and rhyme it with blue

Make me a merry air, the rhythm of your hit

Sweeten it with simple sounds, read it from my lip

Ah, but love, I'm only a working man

If I could paint a picture, your portrait I'd do

Of the many tints and colors of delicate hue

The hazel in your eye, the copper in your hair

The secret shades and shadows of your body lying there

Ah, but love, I'm only a working man

If I could write a story our tale I would tell

Of the many first embraces up till our wedding bell

The secrets and the sighs, the laughter and the tears

But now I come to think of it, that would take me years and years

My love, I'm only a working man

As it is my love, I can only show

The happiness you brought to me many dreams ago

Meaning to my work, a purpose to my life

I'm content to be your man, you to be my wife

That's why I am a happy working man

That's why I am a happy working man

Thank you! Right, thanks...