Bm       A
I'm humble, alone
       E         F#
An old cutter of stone
    Bm         A
The maker, the shaper
    D            F#
The smith of the home
   Bm          A
No magician am I
    E          F#
For once I did thrive
    G         A         Bm
But now I can barely survive

   Bm         A
My love went away
   E           F#
By boat and by train
   Bm              A
To somewhere, find someone
     D          F#
With prosperous trade
       Bm           A
In the woods of Old Penn
        D          F#
There's work to be done
      G                A            Bm
Build mansions for the landworkers' sons


[Chorus]
           D                            A
Where they threw away the knife for the gun
                  Bm
The brick for the feather
                    F#
They cut a friend's throat

Then they run
        D            A           Bm
They're fighting the rise of the sun
F#           D        A         Bm
They left me poor and alone and one


[Interlude]
A Em
G F#  Em
Bm A Em
G F#


[Verse]
Bm                A
So years did pass by
    E        F#
How I did survive
     Bm            A
With faith that my friends
           D          F#
Would come back to my side
      Bm         A
But I gathered a lot
                    E
The craft wasn't forgotten
A  G             A
We stand and our fruits won't go rotten


[Chorus]
E         D                            A
We didn't throw away the knife for the gun
                  Bm
The brick for the feather
                      F#
Didn't cut a friend's throat

And then run
        D            A           Bm
They're fighting the rise of the sun
F#           D        A         Bm
They left me poor and alone and one


[Interlude]
A Em
G F# Em
Bm A Em
G F#


[Verse]
       Bm            A
So one day back they came
        E          F#
Brought little but shame
      Bm          A
Their children in arms
          D         F#
And their bodies in pain
     Bm              A
They shivered in the cold
      E             F#
I saw from my stone home
         G                  A             Bm
And they knocked 'til tears rained on the snow


[Chorus]
             D                       A
They cried, "Worker of stone that we left long ago,
      Bm                F#
We're sorry we migrated to join the rows.
    D           A
But now we've returned,
    Bm             F#
Yes now we've come home,
            D             A           Bm
And there's no place that we'd rather go, no."


[Verse]
    Bm        A
Why humble my tone?
       E         F#
An old cutter of stone
    Bm         A
The maker, the shaper
    E            F#
The smith of the home
    Bm        A
A magician am I
    E        F#
For I did survive
      G       A        Bm
For I never became civilized


[Chorus]
         D                            A
I didn't throw away the knife for the gun
                  Bm
The brick for the feather
                      F#
Didn't cut a friend's throat

And then run
        D            A           Bm
They're fighting the rise of the sun
F#             D        A         Bm
They came back poor and alone and one