Choppin' Wood
You wired the trains and went back home to St. Claire's shores
Before you became a spark down at the yard
You were passing through those hungry years alone
You were just trying to make a living out in Detroit
When you came back off the boats you didn't want to go anywhere
You sit down to TV in your favourite chair
You watch the big picture fade away down at Harland and Wolff
But you still kept on choppin' wood
And you came back home to Belfast
So you could be with us like
You lived your life of quiet desperation on the side
Going to the shipyard in the morning on your bike
Well the spark was gone but you carried on
You always did the best you could
You sent for us once but everything fell through
But you still kept on choppin' wood choppin' wood
Well you came back home to Belfast
So you could be with us like
And you lived a life of quiet desperation on the side
Going to the shipyard in the morning on your bike
WeIl the spark was gone but you carried on
Well you did just the best that you could
You sent for us one time but everything fell through
But you still kept on choppin' wood
Kept on choppin'wood
Kept on choppin' wood
Local man chops wood
You know you did the best you could
Well everything just fell through
Kept on choppin' wood
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,
Chop, chop, chop, keep on choppin'
Chop, chop, chop, choppin' wood
Cortando leña
Cableaste los trenes y regresaste a casa en las costas de St. Claire
Antes de convertirte en una chispa en el patio
Pasaste por esos años de hambre solo
Solo estabas tratando de ganarte la vida en Detroit
Cuando regresaste de los barcos, no querías ir a ningún lado
Te sentabas frente al televisor en tu silla favorita
Veías la gran imagen desvanecerse en Harland and Wolff
Pero seguías cortando leña
Y regresaste a casa a Belfast
Para poder estar con nosotros
Viviste tu vida de desesperación silenciosa a un lado
Yendo al astillero por la mañana en tu bicicleta
Bueno, la chispa se había ido pero seguiste adelante
Siempre hiciste lo mejor que pudiste
Nos llamaste una vez pero todo se desmoronó
Pero seguías cortando leña, cortando leña
Regresaste a casa a Belfast
Para poder estar con nosotros
Y viviste una vida de desesperación silenciosa a un lado
Yendo al astillero por la mañana en tu bicicleta
La chispa se había ido pero seguiste adelante
Hiciste lo mejor que pudiste
Nos llamaste una vez pero todo se desmoronó
Pero seguías cortando leña
Seguías cortando leña
Seguías cortando leña
Hombre local corta leña
Sabes que hiciste lo mejor que pudiste
Todo se desmoronó
Seguías cortando leña
Corta, corta, corta, corta, corta
Corta, corta, corta, corta, corta
Corta, corta, corta, sigue cortando
Corta, corta, corta, cortando leña
Escrita por: Morrison Van G I