If I Were A Carpenter - Ramblin' Jack Elliott

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

Follow close behind me

Save your love through loneliness

Save my love for sorrows

I’ve given you my onliness

Please, give me your tomorrows

If I were a miller

At a mill wheel grinding

Would you miss your colored blouse

And your soft shoes shining?

If I were much poorer

Than you seemed to see me, babe

Could you have been sure

That I could really be me?

If I were a carpenter

And you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway?

Would you carry my baby?