Rest For The Weary

My father was a working man But his work was never done He stood behind a counter And he smiled at everyone He bought himself a business Worked seven days a week Took a holiday for Christmas Then he fell asleep beside the tree But one day One day There's love for the lonely One day They walk in the sun One day Rest for the weary Rest for the weary ones Now my mother stood beside him She did what she could do But if you look at some old photograph She looks tired too I hope there was some laughter 'Cause I know there were some tears