I sit with my tools from morn to night,
I work and toil with all my might.
Hammering and sawing at my wood all day,
From my vocation I will not stray.

Give me your wood and I will make,
Something beautiful – I am not a fake.
This is a vocation that I love,
Among everything in earth and heaven above.

Only do your duty is what I believe,
So I get set and roll up my sleeve.
I am happy with my job and do not care,
For anything more than tables and chairs.

My father was a carpenter too,
And I am a carpenter true.
My destiny was to work with wood,
I accepted my destiny as a good man should.

My hands are cut, my fingers are sore,
I pant and perspire more and more.
Sometimes I wish my life was not so hard,
Sometimes I wish this work I could discard.

But I know that God will always help me,
I know that my life, better times will see
Trusting in the Almighty I do my job,
Though I am poor, I do not sob.

So make your vocation an enjoyable one,
When you work, you will also have fun.
I sit with my tools from morn to night,
I work and toil with all my might.