The Carpenter
The Lord showed me David
Called from the field
From leading his sheep
A sword to wield
To lift up a people
Whose burden was hard
And to walk in the way of God
But I am a carpenter
I am a workman in this town
I am a man who lives here
But my time is coming around
A vision I've seen
A lesson I've learned
A path is before me
A season has turned
And this have I known
From the opening of my eyes
A seed has to die to be life
But I am a carpenter
I am a workman in this town
I am a man who lives here
But my time is coming around
Father, ooh...
How long Father?
My mother I'll leave
My shop I shall board
The strands of my soul
Weave tightly in a cord
And, Father, I pray
That not one shall be lost
Yes, for them, in joy I'll pay the cost
No longer a carpenter
No longer a workman in this town
No longer a man living here
And my home is not on this ground
No longer a carpenter
No longer a workman in this town
No longer a man living here
And my home is not on this ground
