Lyrics

Last night in my dreams I was stationed forever
On a far little rock in the midst of the sea
And my one chance at life was ceaseless endeavor
To sweep off the waves as they swept over me

CHORUS:
Oh life is a toil and love is trouble
Beauty will fade and riches will flee
Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double
And nothing is as nothing should be

There’s too much of worriment goes to the bonnet
There’s too much of ironing that goes to the shirt
There’s nothing that pays for the time you waste on it
There’s nothing that lasts but the trouble of dirt

CHORUS

BRIDGE: In March it’s the mud, it’s slush in December
The midsummers breezes are loaded with dust
In fall the leaves litter a muddy September
The wallpaper rots and the candlesticks rust

CHORUS