If I Were a Carpenter — The Small Faces

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 love 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 and 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 above me If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your colored box, your soft shoes shining?