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Craftsman´s Ballad - Gruup24
He's the man with the golden hands
A craftsman so grand
Building dreams out of wood and sand
Across the land
From dawn's first light to evening's glow
He's on the go
Creating marvels, a one-man show
He steals the scene
Knock, knock, bang
The rhythm of his day
Clap, clap, boom
He works his cares away
Tap, tap, chop
His hammer sings a tune
In every town under the sun and moon
With a smile on his face
He's off to another place
Every job a chance to embrace
No time to waste
He's the hero without a cape
In boots and tape
A life built on a solid shape
His craft escapes
Knock, knock, bang
The rhythm of his day
Clap, clap, boom
He works his cares away
Tap, tap, chop
His hammer sings a tune
In every town under the sun and moon
In the halls of the rich
Or a humble ditch
His hands weave magic without a glitch
He flips the switch
From the cities to the countryside
He takes it in strides
A trail of joy he leaves behind
With every ride
Knock, knock, bang
The rhythm of his day
Clap, clap, boom
He works his cares away
Tap, tap, chop
His hammer sings a tune
In every town under the sun and moon
Ask around, they all know his name, his claim to fame
A craftsman at the top of his game in the Hall of Fame
He's the one they all call
When their backs against the wall
For he stands tall
And after all
He's needed by all
Knock, knock, bang
The rhythm of his day
Clap, clap, boom
He works his cares away
Tap, tap, chop
His hammer sings a tune
In every town under the sun and moon
Knock, knock, bang
The rhythm of his day
Clap, clap, boom
He works his cares away
Tap, tap, chop
His hammer sings a tune
In every town under the sun and moon
Knock, knock, bang
The rhythm of his day
Clap, clap, boom
He works his cares away
Tap, tap, chop
His hammer sings a tune
In every town under the sun and moon
