If I Were a Carpenter (Live at Woodstock - 8/15/69)

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby?

If the 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 for sorrow

I'm giving you my onliness, give me your tomorrow

If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?

You answer me quickly, "Tim, I could

How could you love me above me?"

If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding

Would you miss your coloured blouse, your soft shoes a-shining?

You answer me quickly, "Tim, I could

How could you love me above me?"

Save my love for loneliness, save my love for sorrow

I'm giving you my onliness, give me your tomorrow

If I were much poorer than you seem to see me

Would you be surer I could really be me?

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby?