ghadi me chalta kanta bole pal pal aata jata bole
haan haan ghadi me chalta kanta bole pal pal aata jata bole
din or raat ki uljhan bole dil me dhadkati dhadkan bole
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar

naam na lo ab rukne ka kaam hai matlab jeene ka
naam na lo ab rukne ka kaam hai matlab jeene ka
ansu ya madira se bhi jalim nasha paseene ka
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar

beech me kyo rukte hai hath moke talashte hai hath
haan beech me kyo rukte hai hath moke talashte hai hath
har do din ke beecho beech tang adati kyo hai raat
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar

din me kaam raat me kaam jeewan ki pahchan hai kaam
haan din me kaam raat me kaam jeewan ki pahchan hai kaam
baithne de ab tan bole has mat pyare man bole
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar

ghadi me chalta kanta bole pal pal aata jata bole
haan haan ghadi me chalta kanta bole pal pal aata jata bole
din or raat ki uljhan bole dil me dhadkati dhadkan bole
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar
kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kaar kaam kar
kaam kar kaam kar kaam kar

The clock's hand spins, a whispered plea,
Each moment born, then flown from me.
The clock's hand spins, a whispered plea,
Each moment born, then flown from me.
Day and night, a tangled thread,
The heart's fierce pulse, a fire spread.
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.

Speak not of rest, the task's the call,
To live, the meaning, embrace it all.
More potent than tear or wine's embrace,
The sweat's dark tide, upon your face.
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.

Why do hands falter, seeking chance?
Why do hands falter, seeking chance?
Between each dawn, why does night advance?
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.

Work by day, and work by night,
Work defines, with all its might.
Let the body rest now, it implores,
Don't laugh dear heart, life implores.
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.

The clock's hand spins, a whispered plea,
Each moment born, then flown from me.
The clock's hand spins, a whispered plea,
Each moment born, then flown from me.
Day and night, a tangled thread,
The heart's fierce pulse, a fire spread.
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.
Work, and work, and work your hand,
Work, and work, across the land.