Still Climbing Mountains

Come my little son and I will tell you what to do 
  Undress yourself and get into bed and a tale IOll tell to you 
  ItOs all about your Daddy son, HeOs a man you seldome see 
  For heOs had to roam far away from home 
  Far away from you and me 

  Ch) But remember lad, heOs still your Dad 
  though heOs workinO far away 
  in the cold and heat, 40 hours a week 
  on EnglandOs motorway 

  2) Sure weOd like to have him here--for sure it would be fine 
  To have him living here at home and be with us all the time 
  But beggars canOt be choosers and weOll have to bear the load 
  For we need the money your Daddy earns 
  A-workinO on the road 

  CHORUS 

  3) When you fall and cut yourself and get up feeling bad 
  There isnOt any use to go a-runninO to your Dad 
  For the only time since you were born thatOs he had to spend with you 
  He was out on the line a-makinO his time 
  He was workinO on a crew