If I Were A Carpenter
Bobby Darin	
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?


From:  TimPauline@aol.com