John Holt - If I Were A Carpenter lyrics

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