If I were a carpenter you were a lady Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby
If a thinker were my trade would you still find me Carrying the pots I made following behind me
Save my love through loneliness save my love for sorrow Giving you my ownliness come come give me your tomorrow
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 you were a miller at a mill wheel grinding Would you miss my colored blouse and your soft shoes shining
-- harmonica --
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 would you have my baby Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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