You Tell Me

You tell me you are out of work and things not going well for you of late But others have more worries than you and their worries far more great Poor Mandy a single mother has buried one of her little girls Lorraine But she has got on with her life and she does not complain. I appreciate that your worries are very great to you And that you are not what one might call one of the privileged few But others have more worries they grieve a family loss And they like you have little choice but bear their heavy cross So many good and decent people have tragic stories to tell And lady luck unkind to them and life for them is hell Poor Joe the battler with three young children to cancer lost his wife And though he struggles for to cope he gets on with his life I know you struggle on a bit and jobs are very few You've got a wife to provide for and a little girl of two And when you say that times on you are hard you are only saying what's true And though you have my sympathy that's of little worth to you. You tell me you are out of work and that it's an uphill fight But at the end of your dark tunnel there is a beam of light And you will find another job though it may take some time For you have a good work record and you're still in your prime.