Tim Hardin - If I Were A Carpenter

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?