If i was a carpenter
i'd carve your name in pine
and so you could be with me
i'd place it next to mine
if a painter were my trade
i'd dream of a place
where my brush could take me
so i could see your face
carve my love through winter
paint my love through spring
and if it helped me reach your depths
i'd even try plumbing
if singing was my forte
i'd sing this song out loud
and hope my voice could reach you
carried in a cloud
if i was a songwriter
i'd offer you a line
that didn't make you crash or crave
but high like stars you'd shine
sing my love through summer
write my love through fall
even though another c
is holding you in thrall
carve my love through winter
paint my love through spring
sing and write through sun and rain
and even try plumbing.
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