[Verse]
Come my little son and I will tell you what to do,
Undress yourself and get into bed and a tale I'll tell to you,
It's all about your daddy, he's a man you seldom see,
For he's had to roam away from home, far away from you and me.

[Chorus]
Remember, laddie, he's still your dad,
Though he's working far away,
In the cold and the heat, all the hours of the week,
On England's motorway.

[Verse]
I know you'd like your daddy home, sure that would be fine,
To have him working nearer home, sure that would be fine,
But beggars cant be choosers, son, we have to bear the load,
For we need the money your daddy earns, working on the road.

[Chorus]
Remember, laddie, he's still your dad,
Though he's working far away,
In the cold and the heat, all the hours of the week,
On England's motorway.

[Poem]
In the railway station, I was waiting for the Rosslare train,
I was leaving my old hometown, for my fortune to gain,
And still I could see the memories and still I could feel the pain,
But in my dreams each night it thunders through my brain.

So here I am in London Town, to earn an honest pound,
I'm working for a subcontractors, laying cables underground,
And my son he looks so clear to me, with tour eyes so fill of green,
Someday soon I'll see you again and it won't be in a dream.

[Verse]
Oh, when you fall and hurt yourself and your feeling sad,
It isn't any good to go looking for your dad,
For the only time since you were born he's had to spend with you,
He was out of a job, he hadn't a bob, he was signing on the brew

[Chorus]
Remember, laddie, he's still your dad,
Though he's working far away,
In the cold and the heat, all the hours of the week,
On England's motorway.

[Chorus]
Remember, laddie, he's still your dad,
Though he's working far away,
In the cold and the heat, all the hours of the week,