Story Behind The Song
This song is dedicated to all the tradesmen, small-time businessmen and entrepreneurs including musicians struggling to make a buck in this world.
Song Description
A song with a distinct folk/blues rhythm where the vocal is accompanied by acoustic guitar and bodhran.
| Song Length |
3:54 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, World - Celtic |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Composed, Relaxed |
Subject |
Musician, Determination |
| Similar Artists |
James Taylor, Neil Young |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
There are no tears, though the times may have flown
And none can see, the things I call my own
Everyday, working my way back home
Into the market place, where everyone must stray
With the simple tools, that they call their trade
The daily bread, keeps hunger instead delayed
The crowds pour in, when the night has grown
The singer sings, but the song's unknown
Playing it clear, for those who can hear the tones
But you can laugh though fate, would leave you on your own
When you'd do the same, even if you'd known
The price you pay, to go on your own way home