Written by peter green.

now when i put down my tools
and my working day is through
yes, when i put down those dirty old tools
and i need sweat no more
i´ll find you waiting at the station
and i could not ask for more
And when i lay down on my pillow
and my body´s feeling tired
yeah, when i´m feeling kind of mellow
i know you´ll be there to keep me warm
and i´ll just drift away to heaven
and lord i could not ask for more
And when the sun comes creeping up
and the nighttime turns to dawn
yeah, when that big red sun starts shining
and those treetops start to call
i´ll see you laying by my side babe
and i could not ask for more
Now when i put down my tools
and my working day is through
yes, when i put down those dirty old tools
and i need sweat no more
i´ll find you waiting at the station
and i could not ask for more