Blacksmith's Lament - With Apologies To Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I'm at work in the village market, sky of lapis, lawn of jade, Near the stump of the ancient chestnut where my grandpa learned his trade. I could close my eyes and still enjoy the view With a friend like you. Gotta say I'm uncertain whether there should be an empty space. If the pieces won't fit together, should I force them into place? I've been burning for the puzzle's missing clue And a friend like you. With a friend like you I can plainly see All this heat and smoke only adds to the mystery. Sit and stay awhile. Take your blessed time. I'll be here all day. To be a working man ain't a crime. Think I need a strong cup of coffee and a chance to just sit down. Take this old leather apron off me. Drop my hammer to the ground. Still, I swear there ain't a horse I wouldn't shoe For a friend like you. Muscles ache; that's to be expected. It's the unseen threat I fear. Seems the minute I've got my back turned, some mule kicks me in the rear. But I'll never hear a word that makes me blue From a friend like you. From a friend like you I get truth instead. It's an honest job and I'm just earning my daily bread As the bellows blows till the forge gives light And the iron glows so I can't tell if it's day or night. For a friend like you I could bend the bar, Set the record straight and rest content with a cheap cigar. I could mend these chains; make them fit like new. What a man won't do for a friend like you.