Reflections Of My Love

Charles Brown works hard all day
Doesn't get home till the sky’s gray
Sees his children tucked in bed
He's a man that gets them fed

Sits down by the fireside
The tears fill his eyes
The wind blowing
And the storm is growing
Aren't you glad you're inside?

What a quiet life he's had
Don't you think it's very sad?

Stays his bed till ten o'clock
On his weekly one day off
Takes his kids down to the park
Till the sky starts getting dark

What a quiet life he's had
Don't you think it's very sad?

Monday morning comes so fast
Makes him wonder
How the time goes past
Another week of graft and grime
Another week's HP to find

What a quiet life he's had
Don't you think it's very sad?