I am walking to a master
A real master of his trade
At the border of the village
Feels like ten miles away
Hate to pull the chunky handcart
Where potholes are everywhere
Step by step I'm coming closer
To the end of this way
Listen to the smite on the anvil
A fire from afar
When the blacksmith is stroking
Clanger in the dark
When the iron is glowing
Going up in flames
Extinguish the fire
Wall of smother and sparks he can tame
The blacksmith just shapes metal blades
I can sense the smell of metal
In his dire armory
Never seen so many weapons
Straight rows - polished and clean
At this place I'm feeling queasy
'cause I am just a knave
Have to bear away the armour
Back on dangerous ways
Listen to the smite on the anvil
A fire from afar
When the blacksmith is stroking
Clanger in the dark
When the iron is glowing
Going up in flames
Extinguish the fire
Wall of smother and sparks he can tame
The blacksmith just shapes metal blades
