We Sing Hallelujah Lyrics - Richard & Linda Thompson

A man is like a rusty wheel 

On a rusty cart 

He sings his song as he rattles along 

and then he falls apart. 

And we'll sing hallelujah 

At the turning of the year 

And we work all day in the old fashioned way 

'Till the shining star appears 

A man is like a briar 

He covers himself with thorns 

He laughs like a clown when his fortune's down 

And his clothes are ragged and torn 

And we'll sing hallelujah 

At the turning of the year 

And we work all day in the old fashioned way 

'Till the shining star appears 

A man is like a three string fiddle 

Hanging up on the wall. 

He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow 

Or he can't play at all. 

And we'll sing hallelujah 

At the turning of the year 

And we work all day in the old fashioned way 

'Till the shining star appears 

A man is like his father 

Wishes he never was born. 

He longs for the time when the clock will chime 

And he's dead for evermore. 

And we'll sing hallelujah 

At the turning of the year 

And we work all day in the old fashioned way 

'Till the shining star appears 

And we'll sing hallelujah 

At the turning of the year 

And we work all day in the old fashioned way 

'Till the shining star appears