I am the potter
And I make my bread
My wife works by my side
My mistress in my bed
I've been a potter
since I don't know when
Everybody takes to the road
But tomorrow, for me
It's back on the wheel again
I am the potter
And I deal in clay
I do the things at night
I wouldn't do by day
I've been a potter
since I don't know when
Everybody takes to the road
But tomorrow, for me
It's back on the wheel again
Daytime, nighttime
And the wheel keeps spinning round
The clay shines
like the sand on Trebarwith Bay
Spring dies and summer comes
And the tourists stand and gaze
I've thrown so many pots today
And now my eyes are glazed
I am the potter
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