Words and Music by Tim Hardin 1966
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 loneliness – save my love through sorrow
I give you my only-ness – give me your tomorrow
If a miller were my trade, at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colour box – your soft shoes shining
If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, babe: “yes I would – I’d put you above me”
Save my love through loneliness – save my love through sorrow
I give you my only-ness – come give me your tomorrow