The hole in the plaster
Will let in the North Wind
The gap in the thatch
Will let in the rain
The tear in my cloak
Will let in the shiver
The break in my my heart
Will let in the pain
So patch up the walls
My sons and my daughters
And layer the straw
My neighbours and friends
Fetch needle and thread
To reweave the pattern
We're always in need of
A hardworking hand
The break in the fence
Will let in the foxes
The fray of the rope
Will let slip the bear
The flaw in the chain
Will let drop the draw bridge
The crack in my courage
Will set free despair
So mend all your fences
My sons and my daughters
And keep tight the rope
My neighbours and friends
For the world and its folk
Will always be fraying
And always in need of
A hardworking hand
The hole in the wall
Will let in the North Wind
The gap in the thatch
Will let in the rain
When the weave comes unraveled
There's no use in praying
We must sing as we're fixing
And mend it again
So sing me a song
My sons and my daughters
Sing me a song
As we work the cold land
For the world and its folk
Will always be fraying
And always in need of
A hardworking hand