Country Cleaner from Voyager by LESLIE LOW

I arrive early morning
Before the sun has risen
With this trolley of my belongings
This broom, a pair of tongs and things
Unbeknownst to the ones asleep
I sweep them up
Your corridors, void-decks and stairwells
I keep them clean

I pick all manner of common litter
I don’t discriminate
They are all rubbish to me

Afternoon comes
I’m sweating every inch off
My wrinkled body
It’s so tan from the daily vitamin D
Still I’m sweeping
Every pavement needs a spit-shine
Before the boss is satisfied
With my workmanship

I pick all manner of common litter
I don’t discriminate
They are all rubbish to me

Country cleaner takes his time
Takes his trolley
To the dirtiest corners of the country for us
Country cleaner doesn’t mind
Takes his trolley
To the filthiest corners
Of the country for our peace of mind

Country cleaner takes his time
Takes his trolley
To the dirtiest corners of the country for us
Country cleaner doesn’t mind
Takes his trolley
To the filthiest corners
Of the country for our peace of mind
For our peace of mind

I pick all manner of common litter
I don’t discriminate
They are all rubbish to me

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