Le Charpentier Songtext
von Blessed Feathers

Tell the carpenter to up and leave his tools
The winds are blowin′ fierce from the north

Down the cellar with a match
The nails and latch will hold us through and through

My feet are cold and wet the rain drips through
Metal glimmering in rows these cans of food

The carpenter he worries for his wife
Twisting water from his soaking shirt and shoes