In the times to short to follow A man as cold as steel A work that can only be swallowed By a fire lit kiln Now the times are heavy on their shoulders For the people who pave our ways No more running for the future cause The past is here today For the son of a carpenter I can feel your pain For the son of a carpenter Alone again Decades of sorrow war and grief And to many things going wrong The land is wasted and time is running short for their power is
Much too strong For the son of a carpenter I can feel your pain For the son of a carpenter Alone again He has nothing but to be left alone His hands and work should will Be carried on From a third generation son to a Future grandchild The work of a carpenters Makes the whole world smile And to many thing going wrong The land is wasted and time Is running short for the work Of a carpenters will carry on -carry on