A man, he’s 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
‘Till the shining star appears


A man, he’s 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


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, he’s like a three string fiddle

Hanging upon the wall
He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow
Or he can’t play at all


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, he’s like his father
Wishes he was never born
He longs for the time when the clock will chime

And he’s dead for evermore

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


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