The Gardeners Lament by Bill Saunders Lyrics

I start up mighty early, before that punishing sun
Got get this over, and get all my work done
But I can tell what's coming, no need to glance at the sky
So I disappear by midday, leave those white bodies to fry

I bend to pick their thoughtlessness from the pavement
They don't think but I know the rules of engagement
Beads of sweat burst fresh upon my brow
That's just the way it will be, the way it was and is now

Hot hot hot, alright for the tourist
But hot hot’s not on my wish list
Burning on my back, not stripped to the waist
Nor by the pool, no drink in my hand, boy they've got it made

Two weeks on the Costas, their sweet reward
I must be invisible, could they ask for more
I'd swap in a heartbeat, for a cooler clime
I'd swap it in a moment, for another place and time

A long hot stretch for an honest day’s pay
That’s my lot, you have it your way