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