The Lorry Ride

Oh my love is a tall and a handsome man, the best youll see,
And hes gone away to the plantation to pick coffee.
The recruiter says he wont come back, I must no longer bide,
But Im waiting here until the day of the lorry ride.
Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone,
Ill dream a dream thatll never end, til he comes home.
The recruiter said the odds are low, the works so hard,
And he wont get through the long hard night, the hours after dark,
And that in the fields hell breath the fumes of the death insecticide
And even still he wont survive the lorry ride.
Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone,
Ill dream a dream thatll never end, til he comes home.
Oh my love he must work a twelve hour day beneath the sun
And hes working there for three long months-thats when hes done.
And hell sleep beside a dying man whos weeping from the burns.
I fear my love wont be so young when he returns.
Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone,
Ill dream a dream thatll never end, til he comes home.
Cos my days are hard, my nights are slow, and I am so alone,
Ill dream a dream thatll never end, til he comes home.