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 for sorrows I've given you my loneliness Come give me your tomorrows
If I worked my hands in wood Would you still love me Answer me babe yes I would I'll put you above me
If I were a miller At a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your colored blouse Your soft 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 babyyyyyyyyyyyyyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
