Pamela Means
Текст песни If I Were

If i were a painter a painter of design i'd roll you in my flower base and drink you up like wine if i were a telescope looking over land high and low my gaze would go until i found your hand
If i were if i were
If i were a baker i'd bake a loaf of bread but all i need sustaining me is the word inside my head if i had the power to bring you joy inside i'd take away the bitterness and fill you up with pride
If i were if i were
If i were a seamstress sewing golden thread i'd wear you like a cloak and place a crown upon your head if i were a painter a painter of design i'd roll you in my flower base and drink you up like wine
If i were if i were