Underskog

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 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?



- Tim Hardin







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