Go on you wandering one Every day through the storm Pass on and look for the stone Turning the steel to gold Dig on and bury the sun Every day is the same No time to lighten the yield Every day is the same Hold on you aching one Beaten and bruised and tired Keep on and carry the steel Every day through the fire Broken fingers tend to the field Every day is the same Nothing left but leather and bone Every day is the same Hold on you withering one Wasted and empty and dry No time to tend to the fire Fading the light from your eye Left mangled, feeble and gray Every day was the same How the years have wasted away Everything into the flame