Текст (слова) песни: Ralph McTell - Stranger To The Season
A man without a job is a stranger to the seasons The April rain will soak you like the worst November brings And we`re tired of the excuses and the carefully worded reasons Without Winter there`s no Summer Without Autumn there`s no Spring.
When the factories close down the life bleeds from the town. Some politicians tells us, `move and build another home`, But weren`t they voted in to lead us? No one said they had to feed us. If they`d get us back our jobs Then we would take care of our own.
Chorus For a man without a job Is a stranger to the seasons No music to the cycle of the changes will he hear. Like a band without a drummer There`s no Winter, Spring, or Summer There`s no rhythm to the passing of the Months that make the year.
Everyone is poorer for the millions Who keep growing Whose season stays at Autumn And whose only colour`s grey Though we get by on the dole It feeds the body, starves the soul And stirs the bitterness that`s growing In the ones who`ve been betrayed.
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