The Carpenter
Oh the carpenter he makes wood dust
Fingertips of him mold men out of us
A lamp in the night
Gives him sight he gives to us
A mist, a man, a master at their work
Golden fog surrounds a fawn at the brook
A man begins to speak
As the fawn begins to drink
Within his hand
Within his hand
Within his hand
Within his hand
He molded madness
He molded a man
He molded me and that's where I, I began
And the world gets soft
As the time gets lost
Within his hand
Within his hand
Within his hand
Within his hand
Fingertips of him mold men out of us
A lamp in the night
Gives him sight he gives to us
A mist, a man, a master at their work
Golden fog surrounds a fawn at the brook
A man begins to speak
As the fawn begins to drink
Within his hand
Within his hand
Within his hand
Within his hand
He molded madness
He molded a man
He molded me and that's where I, I began
And the world gets soft
As the time gets lost
Within his hand
Within his hand
Within his hand
Within his hand
Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Macleod Spangler, Evan Shawn Olds
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