I'm a man Building is my trade I've been building for as long as I've walked the land I'm a father Building is my aim I shape sons and daughters into things to come But so much is yet incomplete I was told I will die, and death is drawing near Pipes, plaster and people are no done My work Is not done It's the deadline of a lifetime And the sight is running late What will you do she'll drain your smile Can you make true what I've begun If I could achieve only award Only the ties my old age But the floor does not seem to have an end It is not done, I'm not done It's the deadline of a lifetime And the sight is running late What will you do she'll drain us smile Over the dust the white bell's chime I will in the dying in the sun Or in the cold air of a bathroom draft Guests bringing gifts, and I will cry For I'll be built and complete at last It's the deadline of a lifetime And the sight is running late I'm a man Building is my trade I've been building for as long as I've walked the land I'm a father Building is my aim I shape sons and daughters into things to come