son of a carpenter

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