If I were a
carpenter
And you
were a lady
Would you
marry me anyway
And have
my baby?
If a
tinker were my trade
Would you
still find me
Carryin’ the pots I made
Followin’
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 … yeah …
At a mill wheel
grindin’
Would you miss
your colored blouse
Little girl,
your soft shoe shinin’?
If I were a carpenter
And you were a
lady
Would you marry
me anyway
And you have my
baby?
Would you marry
me anyway
And have my
baby?
Lyrics transcribed by Donna Carter