Tim Hardin
If I were a carpenter , and you were a lady,
would you merry me anyway,
would you have my baby.
If a tinker was my trade, would you still find me,
carrying the pots I made, following behind me.
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Save my heart from lonelyness
save my heart from sorrow.
I give you my onlyness
come give me yours tomorrow.
If I work my hands in wood, would you still love me,
you'd answer me, yes I would,
and would you not be above me.
If I were a miller and the millwheels grinding,
would you miss your colored clothes,
and your soft shoes shining.
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