Exile (just a note)

Just a note for time is short dear
Hard the work and long the day
And I’m thinking of you Mary
Though I’m many a mile away

Kiss the children for me Mary
Do not let them pine nor grieve
Tell them that I’m working for them
Why our home I have to leave

Building dams, airfields and factories
Shifting concrete by the load
And I’ll be with you in October
When I’m finished on the road

Ewan MacColl