Text: Joan Baez. If You Were a Carpenter.

If you were a carpenter and I were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
If a tinker were your trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots you made, following behind me?

See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Come give me your tomorrow

If you worked your hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, yes I would, I'd put you above me
And if you were a miller, had a mill-wheel grinding
Would you see it written on my face? I'm here for the finding

See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I've given you my onliness
Come give me your tomorrow

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