If I Were A Carpenter

If I Were A Carpenter - Tim Hardin

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 coloured blouse -

Your soft shoes shining

Save my love through loneliness -

Save my love through sorrow

I give you my only-ness -

Come give me your tomorrow

If I were a carpenter

And you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway

Would you have my baby