Sing To Me A Working Week

G D A D D G D A Come sit by me you working men and play a song to soothe me D G D A D This place is full of bleating sheep and none the power to move me D G D A They sing of lives unknown to me like pages from a diary D G D A D Like hot air and dry bones to me and nothing to inspire me G D A And sing to me a working week D G A To Friday from a Monday D A G D And what you don’t sing Saturday night D A D Sing to me on Sunday G D A D D G D A Come travelling man and sit by me and sing your song of sorrow D G D A D We may not get the chance again you might be gone tomorrow D G D A Come singing girls raise up your voice and set the spring trees ringing D G D A D Let those who’ve lost the skill to hear be woken by your singing G D A And sing to me a working week D G A To Friday from a Monday D A G D And what you don’t sing Saturday night D A D Sing to me on Sunday G D A D D G D A Come sit by me you working man and sing me of your labour D G D A D Office, farm or factory and the trials of your neighbour D G D A Tell me how you earn your crust and how you gain your pleasure D G D A D Who you cherish who you trust and those you love and treasure G D A And sing to me a working week D G A To Friday from a Monday D A G D And what you don’t sing Saturday night D A D Sing to me on Sunday G D A D D G D A Come sit by me you rambling girl and bring your rambling brother D G D A D And talk to me of family and the man who loved your mother D G D A And like the bird sweetens the air, sweeten my night with honey D G D A D Your beauty and your history are more to me than money G D A And sing to me a working week D G A To Friday from a Monday D A G D And what you don’t sing Saturday night D A D Sing to me on Sunday G D A D Middle 8  Bm G D A Don’t chase the lightning flash of fame it’s the light of angels dying Bm G D A D And the song you sing that’s not your own is the sound of angels crying Bm G D A And sit beside the fire with me and sing to all your story Bm G D A D A song that fills the air with truth, your small and perfect glory. G D A And sing to me a working week D G A To Friday from a Monday D A G D And what you don’t sing Saturday night D A D Sing to me on Sunday G D A And sing to me a working week D G A To Friday from a Monday D A G D And what you don’t sing Saturday night D A D Sing to me on Sunday G D A D