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



Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Macleod Spangler, Evan Shawn Olds
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