Bobby Darin - If I were a carpenter

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 onliness
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 shining

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 babyyyyyyyyyyyyy