Words & Music: 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,



carrin' the pots I made,



followin' behind me.







Save my love through loneliness,



Save my love for sorrow,



I'm given you my onliness,



Come give your tomorrow.







If I worked my hands in wood,



Would you still love me?



Answer me babe, "Yes I would,



I'll put you above me."







If I were a miller



at a mill wheel grinding,



would you miss your color box,



and your soft shoe shining?







If I were a carpenter



and you were a lady,



Would you marry me anyway?



Would you have my baby?



Would you marry anyway?



Would you have my baby?