I arrived at the old man's home
He was there all alone
A carpenter was his trade
And my soul he would save
I told him a voice spoke to me
And this was where I should be
In his cottage
To gain his knowledge
So he said to be his apprentice
And I prayed for my repentance
He would help my weary soul
So that I would not grow cold
He gave me a bed and a meal
A sense of peace I did feel
And now I was his apprentice
To help with my repentance