If I Were a Carpenter

Tim Hardin

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If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots I made – following behind me?

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love through sorrow
I give you my only-ness
Give me your tomorrow

If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, babe: « yes I would – I’d put you above me »
If a miller were my trade, at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colour box – your soft shoes shining

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love through sorrow
I give you my only-ness
Give me your tomorrow

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?

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