It was a long hard day working in the sun,
although it was a cool morning when the day begun.
One hundred degrees of heat lasted much of the day,
as sweat rolled down my body, I longed for a cool breeze
to come and to stay.
Scraping off paint was my task in the heat,
up and down ladders many times to repeat.
So much water did I drink, sip after sip,
I think I drank enough to float a battle ship.
At the end of the day my work was all done,
all I wanted was home, and out of the sun.
The drive seemed so long that it would never end,
up hills and down dales our little car did wend.
At last I arrived home to the love of my life,
who held me and kissed me, believe me, it was nice.
She could see I was tired, even difficult to think,
when she said "Sit down hon and I'll fix you a drink."
There in the yard, I sat by the pond we had made,
listening to the water and drinking vodka and lemonade.
There is Nothing better, than to come home
at the end of the day,
and to be with my India who sweeps all cares away.