| If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
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| Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby?
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| If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me?
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| Carrying the pots I made, following behind me
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| Save my love for sorrow, save my love for lonely
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| I have given you my tomorrow, love me only
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| If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
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| You answer me quick, «Tim, I could, I’ll put you above
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| Me»
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| If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
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| Would you miss your colored blouse, your soft shoes
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| Shining?
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| Save my love through loneliness, save my love for sorrow
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| I’ve given you my only-ness, give me 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, would you have my baby? |