Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah. At the end of the day, you're another day older. And the shirt on your back doesn't keep up the chill. And the righteous are repast, they don't hear the living ones crying. And the winter is coming on fast, ready to be reaped. And we're near to dying. At the end of the day, it's another day dawning. And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise. And the great rush of the sound, like a stolen train in a second. There's a hunger, a hunger, so ready to be reckoned. Is us allowed to play? At the end of the day. Welcome, monsieur, sit yourself down. And meet the best innkeeper in town. As for the rest, all of them crooks, Rope in the guests and hook in the boats. So who do you see? Honest men like me, a gent of good intent, Who's content to be. Master of the house, donning out the chopper, Ready like a hatchet on an open bar. Tells a saucy tale, makes you laugh and slur, Blessing must appreciate upon me. Glad to talk my friends into favour, Doesn't cost me two good eyes. And nothing else, nothing, everything is not a lot of wise. Master of the house, keeping up the soup, Ready to relieve it on the soup of time. Watering the wine, making up the weight, Making up their nicknames when they can't sing straight. Everybody loves the landlord, Everybody's close friend. I do whatever pleases Jesus, For my freedom in the end. Master of the house, quick to catch your eye, Never wants a pacifier to pacify. Servant to the poor, butter to the great, Comforter, philosopher and lifelong mate. Everybody's good companion, everybody's chaperone. But like a cavalier sees Jesus for his kingdom to the bone. ♪ Piano music playing ♪ Lord my God, hear my prayer. In my need you have always been there. He is young, he is afraid. Let him rest, heaven bless. Bring him home, bring him home, bring him home. He's like the sun I might have known, If God had granted me a son. The summers die one by one, While soon they fall on the dawn, And I am old and will be gone. Bring him peace, bring him joy. He is young, he is only a boy. You can take, you can be. Let him be, let him be. If I die, let me die. Bring him home, bring him home, bring him home. Do you hear the people sing? Singing the songs of angry men. It is the music of the people Who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums, There is no right for buttom To scour tomorrow past. Will you join in our crusade Who will be strong and sound with me? Beyond the barricade Is there a word you long to see? Then join in the fight And we'll give you the right to be free. Do you hear the people sing? Singing the songs of angry men. It is the music of the people Who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums, There is no right for buttom To scour tomorrow past. Will you join in our crusade Who will be strong and sound with me? Beyond the barricade Is there a word you long to see? Do you hear the people sing? Say, do you hear the distant drums? It is the future that they bring When tomorrow comes. Tomorrow comes.