Lyrics Robert Plant – If I Were A Carpenter

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots I made — following behind me?

If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, babe: «yes I would — I’d put you above me»
If a miller were my trade, at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colour box — your soft shoes shining
Save my love through loneliness — save my love through sorrow
I give you my only-ness — come give me your tomorrow

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?