I'm just a carpenter
I struggle to feed my family
No fame I seek or notoriety
A simple life I lead here

I hear the word from here and there
My son is a strange one
Barely a youth yet claims to teach
The teachers in their temples

As time goes on the story spreads
About miracles of healing
Blind can see and cripples walk
And even the dead have arisen

I worry so, they want his blood
They scream, crucify him
I've lost my son, my precious one
It nearly killed his mother

I'm just a carpenter
I struggle to feed my family
I don't understand what's going on
He has risen and gone to heaven