Letras
She stood there firm and straight
Her face lean and strong
Her eyes, the colour of water, shone
She took one mighty leap
A slow, steep ascend
She bowed and moved with a young man's strength
This is the labour she calls home
This is the labour she calls home
One by one she climbed
And the weight of morning burned
Twelve timbers on her shoulders firm
For her duty for the dawn
As a kind gentle thief
To struggle with each noble deed
This is the labour she calls home
This is the labour she calls home
Out there, on her own
She stood there weak and slim
Her salvage now complete
A pal picture on shattered peak
For this scene of faith and pride
Her late grand display
A rich shelter for her final days
This is the labour she calls home
This is the labour she calls home
This is the labour she calls home
Out there, on her own
Wherever you find her
Whenever you need her
Whenever you want her
This is her shelter
Wherever you find her
Whenever you need her
Whenever you want her
This is her shelter
Wherever you find her
Whenever you need her
Whenever you want her
This is her shelter