Written by Peter Green. Now when I put down my tools And my working day is through Yes, when I put down those dirty old tools And I need sweat no more Iґll find you waiting at the station And I could not ask for more And when I lay down on my pillow And my bodyґs feeling tired Yeah, when Iґm feeling kind of mellow I know youґll be there to keep me warm And Iґll just drift away to heaven And Lord I could not ask for more And when the sun comes creeping up And the nighttime turns to dawn Yeah, when that big red sun starts shining And those treetops start to call Iґll see you laying by my side babe And I could not ask for more Now when I put down my tools And my working day is through Yes, when I put down those dirty old tools And I need sweat no more Iґll find you waiting at the station And I could not ask for more