If i were a carpenter — Bob Dylan

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, following be hind me.

Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrows, I've given you my onliness, come give me your tomorrows.

If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me? Answer me, babe, “Yes, I would, I’d put you a bove me.” If I were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding, Would you miss your colored blouse, your soft shoes shining?

Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrows, I've given you my onliness, come give me your tomorrows.

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady, Would you marry me anyway, and have my baby? Would you marry me anyway, and have my baby?