Standard (EADGBE)

From his window he watches as people, come and go on their way.

Rushin to catch the train homewards, as he often did in his day.

He remembers the dark of the mornings, the days he worked in the rain.

the good times the bad times the friends that the knew, he'll never see them

again.

At night when the streets are deserted, except for the take away signs

he thinks of the men that he worked with, on the buildings the roads and the

mines

the girl that he met in the galtee, he thought he might make her his own.

Maybe if there was less drinkin', he wouldn't have wound up alone.

Chorus

P is for powerful when put to the test, A is for always doin' your best,

D is for doin' if it can be done, and D is for drinkin' when work it is done

Y is for yearnin' to see home again, proud to be Irish and hard workin' men

Paddy remember though your day is done, you're the rock that England stands

on.

He never explained just what happened, the years seemed to pass like a day,

Was it the rain or the shovel, took the strength from his limbs away.

Sometimes he thinks of the boreen, that led from his house to the lane.

And the fields that he worked with his father, he'll never see them again.

Chorus

P is for powerful when put to the test, A is for always doin' your best,

D is for doin' if it can be done, and D is for drinkin' when work it is done

Y is for yearnin' to see home again, proud to be Irish and hard workin' men

Paddy remember though your day is done, you're the rock that England stands

on.

As he makes his way back to the shelter, rain starts to fall on the ground

A young man just in from Cork City, asks him where work can be found.

He said "son take a long look at Paddy, and remember what ever you do,

This broken old man that you're seein, was once a young man just like you"