If
I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would
you have my baby If you were a carpenter
And I were a
lady
I'd marry you anyway
I'd have your baby If a tinker
was my trade
Would I still find you
I'd be carrying the pots you made
Following
behind you Save my love for loneliness
Save my love for
sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Give me your tomorrow If
I were a miller
And a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored blouse
And
your soft shoes shinning If you were a miller
And a mill
wheel grinding
I'd not miss my colored blouse
And my soft shoes shinning Save
my love for loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Give
me your tomorrow If I worked my hands in wood
Would you
still love me
I'd answer you yes I would
And would you not be above me If
I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
I'd marry you anyway
I'd have
your baby Save my love for loneliness
Save my love
for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Give me your tomorrow
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