The Carpenter's Song (Verse 1) Come gather 'round, lads and lasses fair, A tale of craft I'll gladly share. With axe and adz, through oak so strong, The carpenter works the whole day long. (Chorus) Swing the axe, let the chips fly free, Raise the beams high as eye can see! Rich or poor, we all need a home, Bless the hands that work wood and loam. (Verse 2) With square and compass, he charts his plan, A house he'll build for any man. Each cut and chisel, precise and true, Turns rough-hewn timber to shelter new. (Chorus) Swing the axe, let the chips fly free, Raise the beams high as eye can see! Seven years learned, ten more to roam, Now master of his craft he's grown. (Verse 3) He joins the timbers with skill so keen, auger and trunnel, tight and clean. Through storm and tempest, his work stands tall, A legacy remembered by all. (Final Chorus) Swing the axe, let the chips fly free, Raise the beams high as eye can see! Rich or poor, we all need a home, Bless the hands that work wood and loam. (Outro) So here's to the carpenter, tools in hand, Who shapes our homes across the land. Raise high your pints, his work extol— The builder of dreams for every soul.
