my father was a working man but his work was never done he stood behind a counter and he smiled at everyone he bought himself a business worked seven days a week took a holiday for christmas but he fell asleep beside the tree one day now one day there s love for the lonely one day they walk in the sun one day rest for the weary rest for the weary ones now my mother stood beside him she did what she could do but if you look at some old photographs she looks tired too i hope there was some laughter cause i know there were some tears now all i can say is i pray to god after all those years after all those years that one day now one day there s love for the lonely one day they walk in the sun one day rest for the weary rest for the weary ones  now i m just another traveler on another winding road trying to walk some kind of line i m trying to pull some kind of load now sometimes i move real easy sometimes i can t catch my breath sometimes i see my father s footsteps and man it scares me half to death cause one day one day there s love for the lonely one day we walk in the sun one day rest for the weary rest for the weary ones rest for the weary ones rest for the weary rest for the weary ones rest for the weary ones