If I Were a Carpenter

If I were a carpenter you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby

If a thinker were my trade would you still find me
Carrying the pots I made following behind me

Save my love through loneliness save my love for sorrow
Giving you my ownliness come come give me your tomorrow

If I worked my hands in wood would you still love me
Answer me babe yes I would I'd put you above me

If you were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss my colored blouse and your soft shoes shining

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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 would you have my baby