All covered in grease

Up here on the platform

With the world I'm at peace

Far above all life's troubles

Its problems and fears

Wrestling with a bent pitman

Fighting two busted gears

From which ever direction

The breezes may blow

I'll stay here forever

To make this mill go

The tails slightly twisted

And the sails full of rust

I'll fix this old windmill

So help me or bust

Now the furl wire's broken

And the wheel's running wild

I'm in mortal terror

That's putting it mild

Hanging high on a cross brace

I try to be brave

Should I fall to my death

Plant a mill on my grave