If You Were A Carpenter
If you were a carpenter and I was a lady
I would marry you anyway, have your baby, oh yeah
If you were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding
I wouldn't miss my colour box and my soft shoes shining
Oh no, no, I wouldn't miss 'em shining
You gotta save my love loneliness
And I save a little bit for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
You gotta give me your tomorrow
If you worked your hands in wood, would I still love thee?
You know I answer you "Yes I would."
I want to put you above me, oh yeah
If a tinker were your trade would I still find thee
Carrying the pots you made, following behind me, oh yeah, yeah
Oh save it all for loneliness
And I'll save a little bit for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Why don't you give me your tomorrow?
If you were a carpenter and I was a lady
I would marry you anyway and have your baby
I would marry you anyway, hey
If you were a carpenter and I was a lady
I would marry you anyway and have your baby, oh yeah
Autor(es): Tim Hardin
