John Holt 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 were my trade would you still find me
Carrying the pots I'd made
Following behind me
Save my love through loneliness
Save my love through sorrows
I've given you my onliness
Give me your tomorrows
If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me babe yes I would
I would put you above me
If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored blouse
Little girl, your soft sweet shoe shinning
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby
Would you marry me anyway
And have my baby
