Used by a carpenter to fix things. Used to fix a carpenter to something. I know, I’m probably going to hell for this one.

I have three sharp prongs, but I'm not a fork for dining, I stand in the barn where the autumn sun is shining. Farmers use my long reach to toss the golden hay, What am I, used hard through a long workday?

Born of water, shaped by frost, I vanish when the cold is lost.

DJs chase me, dancers find me, vinyls keep me forever. What am I?

I slide across your knuckles when the snow begins to fall, To keep your fingers cozy while you pack a winter ball. Remove my first and final parts to leave the heart's own vow, But slide me on your chilly hands to warm your fingers now. What am I?