If I were a carpenter And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway? And have my baby? If a tinker were my trade Would you still find me Carryin' the pots I made Followin' behind me Save my love through loneliness Save my love through sorrow I've given you my only-ness 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? If I were a carpenter And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway? And have my baby? Would you marry anyway? And have my baby?

SIMPLE SONG OF FREEDOM Come and sing a simple song of freedom Sing it like you've never sung before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't want a war Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me? I don't want your diamonds or your game I do want to be someone known to you as me And I will bet my life you want the same Come and sing a simple song of freedom Sing it like you've never sung before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't want a war Seven hundred million are enlisted Most of what you read, most of what you read, is made of lies But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's son To wake to in the morning when we rise? Come and sing a simple song of freedom Sing it like you've never sung, never sung, before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't want a war No doubt some folks enjoy doin' battle Like presidents, prime ministers and kings So let's all build them shelves so they can fight among themselves And leave us be those who want to sing Come and sing a simple song of freedom Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before Let it fill the air Tell the people everywhere We, the people here, don't want a war Come and sing a simple song of freedom Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before Speaking one to one Ain't it everybody's son To wake to in the morning when we rise Speaking one to one Ain't it everybody's son To wake to in the morning when we rise