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If I were a carpenter and you were a lady Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby? If I worked my hands in wood I wonder would you still love

Grandpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every day No particular reason, he just dressed that way Brown necktie and a matching vest and both his wingtip

eating from the trough again stuffing his mouth with glory biting the hands that feeds him because he thinks he's worthy absorbed in his deceit the

Jesus was a carpenter and He worked with a saw and a hammer And His hands could join a table true enough to stand forever And He might have spun His life

Oh, Grandpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every day No particular reason, he just dressed that way Brown necktie with a matching vest and both his wingtip

In a manger filled with hay The Virgin Mother's baby lay While shepherds stood trembling at the site This child was the King of kings But God who knows

Se io fossi un falegname e tu una signora tu credi davvero che mi vorresti ancora avresti negli occhi la stessa dolcezza oppure sarebbe soltanto tristezza

(T. Hardin) If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby? If a tinker were your trade, would you still

Maria: "Falegname col martello perche fai den den? Con la pialla su quel legno perche fai fren fren? Costruisci le stampelle per chi in guerra ando