Tim Hardin
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 made following behind me

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Come give me your tomorrow

If I worked my hands in the wood would you still love me
Answer me babe yes I would, I'd put you above me
If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your pretty rings, 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, would you have my baby