Harry Belafonte If I Were A Carpenter
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby
If a tinker was my trade would you still find me
Carrying the pots I made
Following behind me
Save my love thru loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I’ve given you my onliness
Come and give me your tomorrow
If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me babe yes I would
I put you above me
If I were a miller and a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored blouse
Your soft shoes shinning
Save my love thru loneliness
I save my love for sorrow
I’ve given you my onliness
Come and give me your tomorrow
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby
I’m a carpenter, just a carpenter
I’m a carpenter, just a carpenter
