Lyrics If I Were a Carpenter - John Holt
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
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