Son of the soil

I'm a son of the soil
I'm a son of the land
I'm the son of my father
And I know
I can never be a happy man

I'm tired of the dust and decay
I'm weary of flinging my heart's wealth away
I'm bitter
At sowing for others to reap
All I need is
Rest

I'm tired of prayers and singing hymns
I'm weary of waiting to take place withim
I, a choirboy know
That He is as ugly as sin

I'm a son of the soil
I'm a son of the land
I'm the son of my father
And I know
I can never be a happy man

I'm tired of the dust and decay
I'm weary of flinging my heart's wealth away
I'm bitter
When I llok around and see what's happening
All I need is
Rest

I'm a son of the soil
I'm a son of the land
I'm a son of my father
And I know
I can never be a happy man

I have been faithful