About the song
Bobby Darin’s rendition of “If I Were a Carpenter” is a poignant exploration of love and devotion, originally written and performed by folk singer Tim Hardin in 1966. Darin included the song on his 1966 album “If I Were a Carpenter,” marking a departure from his usual swing and pop stylings to embrace the folk-rock genre popular during that era.
Tim Hardin’s composition is known for its introspective lyrics and simple, yet profound melody that speaks to the universal theme of love and sacrifice. Darin’s interpretation adds a touch of soulfulness and depth, reflecting his versatility as an artist capable of interpreting diverse musical genres.
Upon its release, Bobby Darin’s version of “If I Were a Carpenter” achieved moderate success on the charts, reaching number 8 on the Adult Contemporary chart in the United States. While not as commercially successful as some of his earlier hits, the song garnered critical acclaim for Darin’s heartfelt delivery and the sincerity with which he conveyed the song’s themes.
The song has since become a classic in the folk-rock genre, covered by numerous artists across different musical styles. Darin’s rendition stands out for its emotive power and the authenticity he brought to the lyrics, resonating with listeners who appreciate its timeless message about love and commitment.
Bobby Darin’s interpretation of “If I Were a Carpenter” remains a testament to his artistic growth and willingness to explore new musical territories. It continues to be celebrated for its introspective lyrics, Darin’s soulful vocals, and its place in the broader cultural landscape of the 1960s folk-rock movement.
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Lyrics
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
Carrin’ the pots I made
Followin’ 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?