Thomas North - Man in Black Lyrics

The day I was born
The deal was struck
The man in black
Put my name in his book

He said its I who put the
Seasons in spin
And I give you this
My song to sing

But don't think
The day won't come when
I will take it
Back again

And the song it went

In the Spring I plant
Apple trees
In my little garden
Facing the east

Tend to them
Like children
And sleep where
Their branches bend

And think not of friends
Or enemies
Where I'm going
Or where I have been

I think only how to sing

In the summer
I move to the cities
Like a moth is
Drawn in to the light

For the sulphur and sex
And the press, and the sweat
And the shelter of
A woman's thighs

To pray at the hem
Of her summer dress
To forgive me for all
Of my ugliness

And help me to forget

That whether by the high road
Or whether by the low
He's there in his
Chariot of bones
To collect on the debt
That we owe

In the Autumn I lay
Stone and brick
Build my cottage
Up above the cliffs

Collect the drift wood
I find on the beach
Post cards from places
That I've never been

And fill up my cup
With the dust of the weeks
Dig for redemption
In my dreams

It's there that I can sing

When the Winter goes gray
And the hour glass drains
I sleep at the station
I ride every train

But the song skips and dies
On my lips
The man in black taking back
What is his

The song was only mine
For a time to sing
Now I have to give it back
To him again

Cause whether by the high road
Or whether by the low
He's there in his
Chariot of bones
To collect on the debt
That we owe

Whether by the high road
Or whether by the low
He's there in his
Chariot of bones
To collect on the debt
That we owe

Alright now
Sing me home