Tim Hardin

If I were a carpenter,
And you were a lady,
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?

If I were a tinker
Would you still find me,
Carrying the pots I made,
Along behind me?

Save my love through loneliness.
Save my love through sorrow.
I have given you my only-ness.
Come give me your tomorrow.

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If I were a miller
At a mill wheel grinding,
Would you miss your colored lights
And your soft shoes shining.


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