Go on you wandering one
Every day through the storm
Pass on and look for the stone
Turning the steel to gold
Dig on and bury the sun
Every day is the same
No time to lighten the yield
Every day is the same
Hold on you aching one
Beaten and bruised and tired
Keep on and carry the steel
Every day through the fire
Broken fingers tend to the field
Every day is the same
Nothing left but leather and bone
Every day is the same
Hold on you withering one
Wasted and empty and dry
No time to tend to the fire
Fading the light from your eye
Left mangled, feeble and gray
Every day was the same
How the years have wasted away
Everything into the flame
