(Tim Hardin)

[Originally by 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 love me?

Carrying the pots I made, following behind me



Save my love through loneliness

Save my love for sorrow

I've given you my onliness

Come and give me your tomorrows



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 I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding

Would you miss your colored box, your soft shoes shining?