The Ploughman Songtext

If I were a Ploughman I would plough your barren land Sow my seeds of love with care Hoping the fruits of passion they'll bear (Chorus:) I could be anything for you Say but a word and I'll prove it's true Pander to your every whim Light up your candle when day grows dim If I were a Weaver I'd weave fine tresses in your hair Plait them with ribbons of gold And bless each ringlet, curl and fold (Chorus) If I were a country Squire You'd have all the presents you desire Robes and rings and fineries Belgian lace for your tapestries (Chorus)