On the roads of state Wyoming
California an Utah
Through the forests, mountains, prairies
Drives this guy with shiny smile
He is young well-built and happy
Does not carry any luggage
Just his hands that strong and skillful
Just his toolbox in the trunk

He is here for building houses
Making people place for living
From the sunrise to the sunset
He just work without the rest
Sing the songs and build the houses
Mussels playing on his body
Wind just play with hears, that curly
Girls that watch him loosing sleep

He will fined that life is brutal
That it hasn’t any mercy
Disappointments and disasters
Never ask-- just coming in
He’ll be taken through the darkness
He’ll be taken through the illness
But in spite of all this troubles
He’ll recover and return.

Our world in need of Builders
Of the Hands that Strong and Skillful
Of the Eyes that Bright and Shiny
Of the Hearts that Kind and Wise
Wish you meadows full of flowers
Busy days, relaxing evenings
Wish your children to inherit
Good that you initialized