Texty písní Harry Belafonte

Harry Belafonte

If I Were A Carpenter

If I were a carpenter

And you are 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

Save my love through loneliness

Save my love for sorrow

I've given you my onliness

Come and give me 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?

Save my love through loneliness

I'll save my love for sorrow

I've given you my onliness

Come and give me your tomorrow

If I were a carpenter

And you are a lady

Would you marry me anyway?

Would you have my baby?

I'm a carpenter, just a carpenter

I'm a carpenter, just a carpenter

I'm a carpenter, just a carpenter