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There was an old cutter
Who in a cabin on the mountain side
And the old cutter
Knew it won't be before he died

And all his cabin
statues the man had made
Statues that the buyers
Were all of a mediocre

With his calloused hands he lit a
And down his head on his handmade table
And he softly Lord I'm old and shaky
And I'm able

But me strength and wisdom
And give me a week at
And I'll climb up to the top of this
And chisel out a

The very next morning he felt new
And he took his brand new and the sharpest chisel
He began to climb the mountain his old
in the freezing drizzle

When he finally the top
He shouted to a world that didn't
I'll my masterpiece
Out of this boulder here

So the hammer the chisel
And he till an image grew
Then he to look it over
To appraise his work when he was

It was a boy a crippled boy
And the old man said it isn't my
call it charity
And then a masterpiece of will be

So the hammer the chisel
Till another in a marble grew
Then the began to blowing
And he sat and rested he was through

It was the of a mother holding her child
He said this is love as the would know
But it isn't my
And he began again as it began to

The hammer beat the chisel as the snow fell
And the grew and grew
He fell to his knees holding a
And he down his hammer and his chisel too

He lay frozen down in the snow
But one hand was held for the to see
Cut in the was his masterpiece
Three neatly carved G O D