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 rusty wheel
On a rusty cart
He sings his song as he rattles along
And then he falls apart.
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.
A man is like a three stringed fiddle
Hanging upon the wall
He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow
Or he can't play at all.
A man is like his father
He wishes he never was born
He longs for the time when the clock won’t chime
And he won’t be here anymore.
When Richard Thompson left Fairport Convention, he wanted to build on the traditional music the band was exploring while pursuing his own distinctive vision. We Sing Hallelujah is a smart update of the worksong. Calling on the season cycle, Thompson describes the endless nature of daily work. He infuses it with joy, however, celebrating a job well done and the pauses in the cycle that signify accomplishment. This cover of O'Hooley & Tidow is beautiful.
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