Carpenter

If you were a carpenter, your hand to the grain

If you stayed a stranger, and I'd never learned your name

If you were a creature of make believe

If you were the shades of colors my eyes cannot see

I never would have known

What you would have meant to me

If you had an ironclad reason to stay home

If you played a second late, your hands missed the note

If you were a followеr of simple faith

If you'd been following another in some othеr way

I never would have known

What you would have meant to me

I never would have known

Just what you meant to me

I never would have known

Just what you meant to me