Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, Then with cracked hands that ached From labor in the weekday weather made Banked fires blaze.No one ever thanked him.
Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,Then with cracked hands that ached From labor in the weekday weather made Banked fires blaze.No one ever thanked him.