Ralph McTell - Stranger To The Seasons Lyrics
A man without a job is a stranger to the seasonsThe April rain will soak you like the worst November bringsAnd we're tired of the excuses and the carefully worded reasonsWithout Winter there's no SummerWithout 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 jobsThen we would take care of our own.ChorusFor a man without a jobIs a stranger to the seasonsNo music to the cycle of the changes will he hear.Like a band without a drummerThere's no Winter, Spring, or SummerThere's no rhythm to the passing of theMonths that make the year.Everyone is poorer for the millionsWho keep growingWhose season stays at AutumnAnd whose only colour's greyThough we get by on the doleIt feeds the body, starves the soulAnd stirs the bitterness that's growingIn the ones who've been betrayed.Chorus