Little Men

Well I slip on my working boots
Got a list of jobs to do, the next thing there’s a little mate with little
boots on too
With a come on dad let’s get to work, and his barrel full of sand,
proud to head into the day
His father’s right hand man
Little men, growing up so fast
Little men, wish I could make it last
Little brother tags along, they workin' up real sweat
But it isn’t time for quitting, coz daddy we’re not finished yet
They don’t see the short falls, and the things that I don’t have,
its all about the dirt and work
And being just like dad
The moon keeps spinning round the earth
The earth spins round the sun
And every night the stars come up and go out one by one