deadline of a lifetime

I'm a man
Building is my trade
I've been building for as long as I've walked the land
I'm a father
Building is my aim
I shape sons and daughters into things to come
But so much is yet incomplete
I was told I will die, and death is drawing near
Pipes, plaster and people are no done
My work
Is not done
It's the deadline of a lifetime
And the sight is running late
What will you do she'll drain your smile
Can you make true what I've begun
If I could achieve only award
Only the ties my old age
But the floor does not seem to have an end
It is not done, I'm not done
It's the deadline of a lifetime
And the sight is running late
What will you do she'll drain us smile
Over the dust the white bell's chime
I will in the dying in the sun
Or in the cold air of a bathroom draft
Guests bringing gifts, and I will cry
For I'll be built and complete at last
It's the deadline of a lifetime
And the sight is running late
I'm a man
Building is my trade
I've been building for as long as I've walked the land
I'm a father
Building is my aim
I shape sons and daughters into things to come