Sometimes it’s hard work
Whichever way you look at it

There is a consistency to its grindingness
One foot on front of another, you say
Next right thing, you say

Just to live a life
Just to look after others
Just to look after yourself
is hard work

There’s always something
There’s always something else
A job to do, to do, to do

And looking down that tunnel of life
There’s always more to do

But if you raise your head from the tunnel
and look back at the scenery of your past
there’s so much done
so much that was worth doing

So rest now awhile
And dream your dreams of pastures bright