Song
For
A
Carpenter
Oh
he
makes
his
life
as
a
carpenter
He
works
his
hands
in
wood
And
he
lives
the
way
his
granddad
Might
have
liked
and
understood
He
goes
to
work
each
morning
And
he
comes
home
every
night
And
the
time
that
passes
in
between
He
knows
has
been
spent
right
A
child
in
South
Ohio
A
man
in
Northern
Maine
He
took
his
dream
To
the
end
of
the
world
And
he
brought
it
home
again
Here
he
met
his
sweet
Rebeckah
Here
he
came
to
make
his
stand
In
a
house
he
built
in
the
piney
woods
Where
the
ocean
meets
the
land
And
it's
hey-ho,
steady
as
you
go
Sing
for
the
love
of
the
land
Hey-ho,
blessed
is
the
home
Born
of
the
carpenter's
hand
Oh
his
hair
is
rough
and
curly
And
his
legs
they
reach
the
ground
And
his
eyes
are
full
of
living
And
his
back
is
broad
and
brown
And
his
heart
is
sure
and
stubborn
And
his
pride's
too
strong
to
bend
And
somewhere
in
his
life
He
found
the
time
to
be
my
friend
And
it's
hey-ho,
steady
as
you
go
Sing
for
the
love
of
the
land
Hey-ho,
blessed
is
the
home
Born
of
the
carpenter's
hand
Oh
he
loves
his
sweet
Rebeckah
He'll
love
her
'til
his
death
And
she
gave
to
him
a
bonny
son
And
they
named
the
child
Seth
And
now
they
are
a
family
A
community
of
three
Living
in
the
piney
woods
Where
the
soil
meets
the
sea
And
it's
hey-ho,
steady
as
you
go
Sing
for
the
love
of
the
land
Hey-ho,
blessed
is
the
home
Born
of
the
carpenter's
hand
Born
of
the
carpenter's
hand
~~~
Dan
Fogelberg
~~~