Der heiligste Beruf der Welt

Mein Cousin, Zimmermannn und Bauingenieur wie sein Vater, war und ist immer der Überzeugung, daß Zimmerleute stets in den Himmel kommen. Weil - sie haben ja in dem Ziehvater des Gottessohnes einen praktisch unüberwindlichen Fürsprech.

Ich war mir nicht ganz schlüssig, ob Bobby Darin jetzt das richtige ist für das Hochfest des Heiligen Joseph, aber der Text von dem Carpenter und der Lady paßt doch irgendwie.

If I were a carpenter

And you were a lady,

Would you marry me anyway?

Would you have my baby?

If a tinker were my trade

would you still find me,

Carrying the pots I made,

Following behind me.

Save my love through loneliness,

Save my love for sorrow,

I'm given you my onliness,

Come give your tomorrow.

If I worked my hands in wood,

Would you still love me?

Answer me babe, "Yes I would,

I'll put you above me."

If I were a miller

at a mill wheel grinding,

would you miss your color box,

and your soft shoe shining?

If I were a carpenter

and you were a lady,

Would you marry me anyway?

Would you have my baby?

Would you marry anyway?

Would you have my baby?

Und hier gibt es noch etwas über die heilige Arbeit mit Holz.