Val Doonican 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 for sorrows.
I've given you my onliness
Come give me your tomorrows.
If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me dear yes I would
I would put you above me.
If I were a miller
At the mill wheel grinding.
Would you miss your colored boss
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 me anyway
And have my babyyyyyyyyyyyyy
