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I
know what you told me, I know what I’ve heard
But
just for a moment I’m lost for words
It’s
one thing to know, it’s another again
To
touch the wood and feel the grain
And
you took so much trouble, you spent so much time
There’s
no other way to make something so fine
You
have to be patient and skilled in the ways
Of
the saw, the chisel, the plane and the lathe
I’m
always working, I can’t seem to stop
And
you’re just the same, we’re chips off the block
There’s
something in trying to master your art
And
the feeling you get when you work from the heart
And
when you stand back to see what you’ve made
And
you hold in your hands the tools of your trade
Mine
are the words and the notes on the stave
And
yours the chisel, the plane and the lathe
Life
is not always kind
And
when it prays on your mind
You
have to escape it sometimes
And
this thing that you’ve made
And
the look on your face
I’ll
keep for the rest of my days
And
when you stand back to see what you’ve made
To
hear how it sounds and feel how it plays
You
know that you’ll get back as good as you gave
From
the saw and the chisel, the plane and the lathe
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