Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1972, 2020

I'm a worker in a factory
And, I've got no one to talk to me
But, I don't care
I've got my dreams of you

I'm a worker toiling day and night
I have got no one to hold me tight
But, I don't mind
I'll dream of you, my love

I'm a worker wondering when you're near
And, I'm always holding back a tear
But, still I try
To talk to you some day