The Carpenter Songtext
von John Conlee

Let us now praise the carpenter and the things that he made
And the way that he lived by the tools of the trade
I can still hear his hammer singing ten penny time
Working by the hour till the day that he died

He was tough as a crowbar, he was quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level
He was straight as a chalk line and right as a rule
He was square with the world, he took good care of his tools

He worked his hands in wood from the crib to the coffin
With a care and a love that you don′t see too often
He built boats out of wood, big boats, working in a shipyard
Mansions on the hill and a birdhouse in the backyard


He was tough as a crowbar, he was quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level
He was straight as a chalk line and right as a rule
He was square with the world, he took good care of his tools

He said "Anything that's worth cutting down a tree for
Is worth doing right, don′t the Lord love a two by four"
And if you asked him how to do something
He said like Noah built the ark
You gotta hold your mouth right, son, and never miss your mark

And you'll be tough as a crowbar, you'll be quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level
You′ll be straight as a chalk line and right as a rule
You′ll be square with the world, you take good care of your tools

You'll be tough as a crowbar, you′ll be quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level
You'll be straight as a chalk line and right as a rule
You′ll be square with the world, you take good care of your tools

You'll be tough as a crowbar, you′ll be quick as a chisel
Fair as a plane, Lord, and true as a level