If you were a carpenter, and I 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 your trade, would you still find me
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Carrying the pots you made, following behind me?
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See my love through loneliness
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See my love for sorrow
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I've given you my onlyness,
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Come give me your tomorrow
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If you worked your hands in wood, would you still love me?
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Answer me, Yes I would, I'd put you above me"
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And if you were a miller, had a mill-wheel grinding,
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Would you see it written on my face? I'm here for the finding.
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See my love through loneliness
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See my love for sorrow
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I've given you my onlyness,
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Come give me your tomorrow
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If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
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Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
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Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
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If You Were a Carpenter
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| Joan Baez |
