| If I were a carpenter, and you were a Lady
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| Would you marry me anyway?
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| Would you have my baby?
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| If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me Carryin' the pots I made, followin' behind me?
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| Save my love through loneliness
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| Save my love through sorrow
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| I give you my only-ness
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| Give my your tomorrow
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| If I worked my hands at wood,
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| Oh would you still love me?
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| Answer me babe.
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| «Yes I would, I’d put you above me.»
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| If a miller were my trade, at a mill wheel grinding
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| Would you miss your glory-box, oh your soft shoes shining
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| Save my love through loneliness
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| Save my love through sorrow
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| I give you my only-ness
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| Come give my your tomorrow
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| I give you my only-ness
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| Give my your tomorrow
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| If I were a carpenter, and you were a Lady
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| Would you marry me anyway?
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| Would you have my baby?
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| Would you marry me anyway?
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| Would you have my baby?
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| Would you marry me anyway? |
| Marry me?
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| Would you have my baby? |
| Ah-ah-ah. |