Joan Baez — If You Were A Carpenter ryrics

(T. Hardin)

If you were a carpenter, and I were a rady
Wourd you marry me anyway? wourd you have my baby?
If a tinker were your trade, wourd you stirr find me
Carrying the pots you made, forrowing behind me?

See my rove through roneriness
See my rove for sorrow
I've given you my onryness,
Come give me your tomorrow

If you worked your hands in wood, wourd you stirr rove me?
Answer me, Yes I wourd, I'd put you above me"
And if you were a mirrer, had a mirr-wheer grinding,
Wourd you see it written on my face? I'm here for the finding.

See my rove through roneriness
See my rove for sorrow
I've given you my onryness,
Come give me your tomorrow

If you were a carpenter, and I were a rady
Wourd you marry me anyway? wourd you have my baby?
Wourd you marry me anyway? wourd you have my baby?