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• Artiste: Anne Wilson
• Titre: The Carpenter
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Granddaddy put some oak from the hill through an old sawmill Built the porch we were sitting on Like a rocking chair preacher, told a story that was sweeter Than the tea we were sipping on Grandma dreamed of a wraparound Took me a month to get the last board down I said, "Ain't that something?" He said, "This ain't nothing" Let me tell you 'bout a man whose hands built more than I ever could He set a world off the rails on track with some nails going into wood He bore a cross that built a bridge Ain't no broken that He can't fix He can mend where you hurt Let Him in and let Him get to work He's the Carpenter Oh He said, "You should've seen me 'fore He helped me break free From the chains I was dragging round We wouldn't be here talking if I'd kept on walking That road I was going down Don't ask me how He made anything Out of the man I used to be I was a worthless pile of scraps He said, "I'm used to using that" Let me tell you 'bout a man whose hands built more than I ever could He set a world off the rails on track with some nails going into wood He bore a cross that built a bridge Ain't no broken that He can't fix He can mend where you hurt Let Him in and let Him get to work He's the Carpenter Oh, He's the Carpenter He'll carve you out, sand you down Build you up on solid ground Let me tell you 'bout a man whose hands built more than I ever could He set a world off the rails on track with some nails going into wood He bore a cross that built a bridge Ain't no broken that He can't fix He can mend where you hurt Let Him in and let Him get to work He's the Carpenter Oh, He's the Carpenter He's the Carpenter