Оригинален текст
You try, you try, you strive
You aim to please
Nobody cares, nobody sees
I have a taste for talent wasted
Oh, waste it on me, waste it on me
CHORUS:
Bury your shovel by the door
Nail your hammer to the floor
This job is for a gentle hand
You have so much love to give
And I am here to welcome it
As long as you've got time to spend
And I'll be the kind of work
That appreciates your hands
You're a hero gone to waste
Untouched, unused
(But) I've never been
This beautifully rescued
Medals on your chest, no one salutes
I am in debt, I don't deserve you, oh-oh
CHORUS
Bury your shovel by the door
Nail your hammer to the floor
This job is for a gentle hand
You have so much love to give
And I am here to welcome it
As long as you've got time to spend
And I'll be the kind of work
I will be the kind of work
Oh, I'll be the kind of work
That appreciates your hands