*My forging hammer
Lies reclined
My bellows, too
Have lost their wind
My fires extinct
My forge decayed
And in the dust
My vices layed
My coal is spent
My iron is gone
My anvil is broke
My work is done
My work is done
My work is done
My work is done*
**My chisels
Lie dull
My saws, too
Have lost their edge
My trees are felled
My lumber decayed
And in the sawdust
My clamps layed
My angles are bent
My jigs are gone
My tools are rusted
My work is done
My work is done
My work is done
My work is done**
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
*My forging hammer
Lies reclined
My bellows, too
Have lost their wind
My fires extinct
My forge decayed
And in the dust
My vices layed
My coal is spent
My iron is gone
My anvil is broke
My work is done
My work is done
My work is done
My work is done*
**My chisels
Lie dull
My saws, too
Have lost their edge
My trees are felled
My lumber decayed
And in the sawdust
My clamps layed
My angles are bent
My jigs are gone
My tools are rusted
My work is done
My work is done
My work is done
My work is done**
Italicized from the song "My Work Is Done" by Steve Von Till (lyricist unknown) the bold is an added in addition in the spirit of woodworking by myself.
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