Johnny Cash - Jesus Was A Carpenter текст песни
[Johnny Cash - Jesus Was A Carpenter текст песни]
Jesus was a carpenter and he worked
With a sow and a hammer
And his hands could form a table
True enough to stand forever
And he might have spun his life out
In the coolness of the mornings
But he put aside his tools and
He walked the burning highways
To build a house from folks like you and me
And he found them as they wandered
Through the wild Judean mountains
And he found them as they pulled their
Nets upon the Sea of Galilee
And for a thousand evenings while
The day behind him emptied
He walked among the poor and he
Stopped to touch the dying
And he built his house from
People just like these
It was on a shining Sunday when
He rode to old Jerusalem
And the palms they cast before him were
The crimes they laid against him
It was on a storming Friday when
He climbed the streets of Calvary
And where he died today why
They're sellin' beads and postcards
And they tell us too that that was long ago
But would he stand today upon
The sands of California
Or walk the sweating blacktop in
New York and Mississippi
Where the mighty churches rise
Above the screaming cities
Would he be a guest on Sunday
A vagrant on a Monday
With the doors locked tight against
His kind you know
Come again now Jesus be a carpenter among us
There are chapels in our discontent
Cathedrals in our sorrows
And we dwell in golden mansions with
The sand for our foundations
And the raging water's rising and
The thunder's all around us
Won't you come and build a
House on rock again
Jesus was a carpenter and he worked
With a sow and a hammer
And his hands could form a table
True enough to stand forever
And he might have spun his life out
In the coolness of the mornings
But he put aside his tools and
He walked the burning highways
To build a house from folks like you and me
Mmm
With a sow and a hammer
And his hands could form a table
True enough to stand forever
And he might have spun his life out
In the coolness of the mornings
But he put aside his tools and
He walked the burning highways
To build a house from folks like you and me
And he found them as they wandered
Through the wild Judean mountains
And he found them as they pulled their
Nets upon the Sea of Galilee
And for a thousand evenings while
The day behind him emptied
He walked among the poor and he
Stopped to touch the dying
And he built his house from
People just like these
It was on a shining Sunday when
He rode to old Jerusalem
And the palms they cast before him were
The crimes they laid against him
It was on a storming Friday when
He climbed the streets of Calvary
And where he died today why
They're sellin' beads and postcards
And they tell us too that that was long ago
But would he stand today upon
The sands of California
Or walk the sweating blacktop in
New York and Mississippi
Where the mighty churches rise
Above the screaming cities
Would he be a guest on Sunday
A vagrant on a Monday
With the doors locked tight against
His kind you know
Come again now Jesus be a carpenter among us
There are chapels in our discontent
Cathedrals in our sorrows
And we dwell in golden mansions with
The sand for our foundations
And the raging water's rising and
The thunder's all around us
Won't you come and build a
House on rock again
Jesus was a carpenter and he worked
With a sow and a hammer
And his hands could form a table
True enough to stand forever
And he might have spun his life out
In the coolness of the mornings
But he put aside his tools and
He walked the burning highways
To build a house from folks like you and me
Mmm