If I Were A Carpenter   Bobby Darin   Words & Music: Tim Hardin      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,   carrin' the pots I made,   followin' behind me.      Save my love through loneliness,   Save my love for sorrow,   I'm given you my onliness,   Come give your tomorrow.      If I worked my hands in wood,   Would you still love me?   Answer me babe, "Yes I would,   I'll put you above me."      If I were a miller   at a mill wheel grinding,   would you miss your color box,   and your soft shoe shining?      If I were a carpenter   and you were a lady,   Would you marry me anyway?   Would you have my baby?   Would you marry anyway?   Would you have my baby?