Joan Baez

If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
If a tinker were your trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots you made, following behind me?
See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I've given you my onlyness,
Come give me your tomorrow
If you worked your hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, Yes I would, I'd put you above me"