dust on a floor

all those bricks I bin piling lord, to
so darn fine, well they fell lord,
fell, I darn wasted my time
and I'm tired lord, cannot build me
no more, cos I'm hurt lord, weak
and alone, that's for sure

gonna build me build me not one
more, I've a tree for my shelter
and some leaves for a bed
and I'm done with the trying lord
and glad that it's said
cos my heart is a'leaking lord
my eyes wrung and dead.