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 I And i could not ask for more And when i lay down on my pillow And my body Yeah, when i I know you And i 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 I 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 I And i could not ask for more