Cliff Richard - Washerwoman lyrics

Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman Working in the noon day sun Doing what your mother’s done Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman Men folk, busy mending nets Children playing with their pets If you take a look around you At the clothiers there on the ground You maybe notice that they get them very clean If you mention automation They’ll reply with indignation There is just no fascination In a washing machine (Break of day till setting sun, woman’s work is never done, Work our fingers to the bone, but you never hear us moan) Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman Laughing gaily all the while You look lovely when you smile Washerwoman, washerwoman, washerwoman Thankful for the end of day Work is done, now it’s time for play