paroles de chanson The Good Old Tinker - John Edmond

Long ago there was a rambling man
Who could fix most anything
Because of the sound he made he was called a tinker
And you'd hear his hammer ring
Doing the repairs
Fixing kitchen wares
Pots and pans and kettles and cans
Buckets and bins and pails
All the ladies used to say
The Tinker never fails
Oh the good old Tinker
How his hammer used to ring
We'll remember the good old Tinker
When we hear the Tinker Birds sing
Tinker birds away out in the wild
Always remind us of those days
Of the Tinker oh so hard at work
Diligently hammering away
At it all day long
A special kind of song
If anything was bumped or bashed
Or battered and buckled and bent
He'd fill the bumps and smooth the lumps
And knock out all the dents
Oh the good old Tinker
How his hammer used to ring
We'll remember the good old Tinker
When we hear the Tinker Birds sing
When it's hot, tinker birds begin to call
Hearing them but never seeing one
Red fronted, Yellow fronted
Golden rumped or Green
But they're out there a ridin' with the sun
High pitched or low
Calling fast or slow
So when you hear the Tinker birds
Think of the days back then
That's how the Tinker's going to sound
If he walks the road again
Oh the good old Tinker
How his hammer used to ring
We'll remember the good old Tinker
When we hear the Tinker Birds sing