In the times too 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