Johnny Cash - The Masterpiece lyrics
[Johnny Cash - The Masterpiece lyrics]
There was an old stone-cutter who lived in
A cabin on the mountain side
And the old stone-cutter knew it won't
Be long before he died
And all around his cabin were
Statues the man had made
Statues that the buyers said were
All of a mediocre grade
With his calloused hands he lit a lamp and
Laid down his head on his handmade table
And he softly whispered Lord I'm old
And shaky and I'm hardly able
But give me strenght and wisdom and
Give me a week at least
And I'll climb up to the top of
This mountain and chisel out a masterpiece
The very next morning he felt new strenght
And he took his brand new
Hammer and the sharpest chisel
He began to climb the mountain his old
Feet slipping in the freezing dizzle
When he finally reached the top he shouted
To a world that didn't hear
I'll carve my masterpiece out of
This marble boulder here
So the hammer beat the chisel and
He hammered until an image grew
Then he stopped to look it over to
Appraise his work when he was through
It was a boy carrying a crippled boy and
The old man said it isn't my masterpiece
I'll call it charity and then a
Masterpiece of mine will be
So the hammer beat the chisel until
Another image in a marbel grew
Then the wind began to blowing and he
Sat and rested when he was through
It was the image of a
Mother holding her child
He said this is love as the world would know
But it isn't my masterpiece and he began
Again as it began to snow
The hammer beat the chisel as the snow fell
Harder and the wind grew and grew
He fell to his knees holding a stone and he
Threw down his hammer and his chisel too
He lay frozen face down in the snow but one
Hand was held for the world to see
Cut in the marble was his masterpice
Three neatly carved letters GOD
A cabin on the mountain side
And the old stone-cutter knew it won't
Be long before he died
And all around his cabin were
Statues the man had made
Statues that the buyers said were
All of a mediocre grade
With his calloused hands he lit a lamp and
Laid down his head on his handmade table
And he softly whispered Lord I'm old
And shaky and I'm hardly able
But give me strenght and wisdom and
Give me a week at least
And I'll climb up to the top of
This mountain and chisel out a masterpiece
The very next morning he felt new strenght
And he took his brand new
Hammer and the sharpest chisel
He began to climb the mountain his old
Feet slipping in the freezing dizzle
When he finally reached the top he shouted
To a world that didn't hear
I'll carve my masterpiece out of
This marble boulder here
So the hammer beat the chisel and
He hammered until an image grew
Then he stopped to look it over to
Appraise his work when he was through
It was a boy carrying a crippled boy and
The old man said it isn't my masterpiece
I'll call it charity and then a
Masterpiece of mine will be
So the hammer beat the chisel until
Another image in a marbel grew
Then the wind began to blowing and he
Sat and rested when he was through
It was the image of a
Mother holding her child
He said this is love as the world would know
But it isn't my masterpiece and he began
Again as it began to snow
The hammer beat the chisel as the snow fell
Harder and the wind grew and grew
He fell to his knees holding a stone and he
Threw down his hammer and his chisel too
He lay frozen face down in the snow but one
Hand was held for the world to see
Cut in the marble was his masterpice
Three neatly carved letters GOD