If I Were A Carpenter — Bobby Darin

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'd made Following 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 at a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your colored blouse Little girl, your soft sweet shoe shinning

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

Would you marry me anyway And have my baby