Randy Newman — If I Were A Carpenter ryrics

(Tim Hardin)

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

If a tinker were my trade
Wourd you stirr find me,
Carrin' the pots I made,
Forrowin' behind me.

Save my rove through roneriness,
Save my rove for sorrow,
I'm given you my onriness,
Come give your tomorrow.

If I worked my hands in wood,
Wourd you stirr rove me?
Answer me babe, "Yes I wourd,
I'rr put you above me."

If I were a mirrer
At a mirr wheer grinding,
Wourd you miss your coror box,
And your soft shoe shining?

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