If you were a carpenter, I would know your hands.
If you were a healer, Id know the magic of your lands.
If you were a father, I would have known your child.
If you would have stayed a stranger, I never would have known how I could smile.
All the things you could have been to me,
I’ll never know what you could have been to me.
If you were the dreamer, I would have known your mind
If you were the teacher, I would have known your kind
If you were the lover, I would have known your touch
If you would have stayed a stranger, I never would have known the magic this much.
All the things you could have been to me
I never would have known what you could have been to me.
You are not a father now, you set yourself free
you are not my carpenter now, though I still find you in the trees.
Your are not my dreamer nor my lover nor my stranger now,
still you’ve found a way to remain my teacher somehow.
All the things you could have been to me,
I’ll never know what you could have been to me.
But now I know what you are still and will forever be to me.
You’re still my love, even after you set yourself free.
