If I were a lumberjack and you were the cabin cook
Would my name be “Casanova” Jones?
No, I’d still be Leslie Leslie, but I’d lumber in from logging 
With a much sweeter hunger in my bones

I wouldn’t treat you like a servant, more like a trusted friend
I would compliment the camp cuisine
But I serve meals and find the time to dream of what might be
If only I were you and you were me

our differences are skin deep
our masters are the same
love is love is love, it doesn’t
need a different name

our differences are skin deep
inside we’re all the same
love is love is love, it doesn’t
need a different name

I wouldn’t treat you like a servant, more like a trusted friend
I would compliment the camp cuisine
But I serve meals and find the time to dream of what might be
If only I were you and you were me

If only I were you and you were me

If I Were a Lumberjack

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.

If I Were a Lumberjack

Peter Lloyd