rhythm of the time

Lyrics

in and out the seasons, in and out the door, the meadows and the woodland, out across the moor, bread for the table, fodder for the store, there's a whistle on the breeze in the morning, the men rise early to sharpen up their scythes, their shirtsleeves rolled and their hats brimmed wide, there's method in their muscle as they move on down the line, there's a whistle on the breeze in the morning, can you feel the rhythm of the time, can you feel the rhythm of the time, can you feel the rhythm of the time, can you feel the rhythm of the changing time, the line is steady as the mowers make their way, they take a drop of cider in the heat of the day, the harvest is shared in the time-honoured way, there's a whistle on the breeze in the morning, in and out the factory, in and out the mine, the office in the city and the market town, the mowers they are moving in the rhythm of the time, there's a whistle on the breeze in the morning, can you feel the rhythm of the time, can you feel the rhythm of the time, can you feel the rhythm of the time, can you feel the rhythm of the changing time, penny for a farthing, penny for a ride, penny for your thoughts and a penny for the bride, penny for the poor man who's left high and dry, and a wave and a whistle in the morning, in and out the ages, in and out the years, love lies a-courting jealousy and fears, there was in the beginning and there will always be, a whistle on the breeze in the morning, life's a moving picture, we capture it in frames, the image of the perfect and the image of the lame, in the eyes of the mowers we are all the same, there's a whistle on the breeze in the morning, can you feel the rhythm of the time, can you feel the rhythm of the time, can you feel the rhythm of the time, can you feel the rhythm of the changing time