His hands were rough and ragged
Working carpenter by trade
Carving out his lonely world
In everything that he made
He strummed softly on his strings
After hours in the sun
And watched the full moon rise up
Another day…
Read moreHis hands were rough and ragged
Working carpenter by trade
Carving out his lonely world
In everything that he made
He strummed softly on his strings
After hours in the sun
And watched the full moon rise up
Another day…
Read more