My back is sore and my head’s in pain
The sun’s hot rays are seeping into my brain
Fingers are blistered and blood drips from my nose
But I’m working non-stop as the warm breezes blow

I labour for cents a day
I work under the scorching sun
From China, I had to move away
To provide for my wife and my son

From summer to winter
Springtime to fall
I worry about my family and wish
I’d have someone to call

One of the workers died today
From an early explosion
No time to run as the dynamites detonate
The number of deaths still growing

I have three more years
Till I can go back home
Or bring my family to Canada
So I won’t be alone

But for now

I labour for cents a day
By risking my fragile life
I believe this is the only way
To provide for my son and my wife.

 
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