John Conlee - Carpenter lyrics

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 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, he worked in a shipyard Mansions on the hill and a birdhouse in the backyard