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 for sorrow, save my love for lonely
I have given you my tomorrow, love me only
If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
You answer me quick, "Tim, I could, I'll put you above
me"
If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored blouse, your soft shoes
shining?
Save my love through loneliness, save my love for sorrow
I've given 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?
