Included for completeness (thanks, Ed)
WE SING HALLELUJAH
By Richard Thompson
From the album "I want to see the bright lights tonight"
Transcribed by Phil Saunders
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
'Til the shining star appears
A man is like a briar
He covers himself with thorns
he laughs like a clown when his fortunes are down
And his clothes are ragged and torn
A man is like a three string fiddle
Hanging on the wall.
He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow
Or he can't play at all.
A man is like his father
Wishes he'd never been born.
He longs for the time when the clock bell will chime
And he's dead for evermore.