The Handyman My name is Janusz I and the seventh son My patron saint is Bernard of Montjoux I have dwelt in the mountains I have dwelt in the woods I have been your brother and your blue-eyed boy I've been a boarder of snow, a wave-surfer a chauffeur, a chef, a pawn and a king I have been a run-a-muck runner a builder of sheds a fixer of broken things I've been the wing of a jackdaw a door left open a leaf blown in under your feet I've seen the sun rising over a river a sun setting over the Mountains of Mourne I have turned with the hands of a clock one score year and ten My home is the arc of a lunar rainbow the beat of a heart asleep on a moor My name is Janusz I am the seventh son I'm building my ladder of chairs to the stars I have been dead I have been alive All these things I have been