Les Fleur De Lys - Reflections of Charlie Brown lyrics

Charlie Brown works hard all day Doesn't get home till the sky's grey Sees his children tucked in bed He's a man that gets them fed Sits down by the fireside The tears fill his eyes The wind blowing And the storm's are growing Aren't you glad you're inside What a quiet life he's had Don't you think it's very sad Stays his bed till, ten o'clock On his weekly, one day off Takes his kids down, to the park Till the skies start gettin' dark What a quiet life he's had Don't you think it's very sad Monday morning comes so fast Makes him wonder How the time goes past Another week of, graft and grime Another week's HP to find What a quiet life he's had Don't you think it's very sad