We've seen morning dew come and go,
Cover of misery from head to toe;
Grumpy people of which were a few,
With volley of words coloured in blue.
We've had sleepless nights of worry
Some sweet dreams that end in hurry,
We've lived life, laughed and cried
In the shelter of love we have sighed.
We've bowed, we have closed our eyes
We've prayed to He beyond the skies,
For mercies and pardon for our fault,
We've asked for one more grain of salt;
We've been thankful for each one we get
While living light away from debt.
In the Sunday-Best we've found delight
Albeit cloaks so white, bright and tight.
We've loved without a word,
Without fuss we've been the bird
That lends its claws to the brother,
Always keeping an eye on each other;
We've shared bits, we've shared bobs
Rows of corn from the cobs,
Memories we have kept in snaps
With the rest preserved in scraps.
Our joy's not been in skyscrapers.
It's been in those 'papers',
Our mother sent us out to reap.
Said she we must not sleep,
We may strut but must start at eight,
We must keep going and finish late
Without the trophy we cannot halt,
For mother awaits her Grain of Salt.