(Van Morrison)
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