Lyrics




You don't see my point of view
That there's a future for me and you
You must be patient and keep your head
Because of the good times, the good times ahead
Oh, oh Helen, I won't be home till seven
Can't you see that this is the life for me
Working late in the factory
You are the one that I'm thinking of
When I come home late from my job
You must help, oh, to pull me through
You know it's hard for one, it's even harder for two
Just help me up, don't you keep me down
And you must stop, stop wearing your frown
Oh, oh Helen, I won't be home till seven
Can't you see that this is the life for me
Working late in the factory
You are the one that I'm thinking of
When I come home late from my job
How many times do you have sleepless nights
With all your crying and your hold-me-tights
What can I do when you're all alone
You must wait, wait till I get home
Oh, oh Helen, I won't be home till seven
Can't you see that this is the life for me
Working late in the factory
You are the one that I'm thinking of
When I come home late from my job
Can't you see that this is the life for me
Working late in the factory
You are the one that I'm thinking of
When I come home late from my job
Late from my job
Late from my job



Writer(s): Dennis Greaves Copyright: Wixen Music Uk Ltd, Wixen Music (uk) Ltd



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