| 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? |
