If I were a carpenter
and your name were Mary
would you want to marry me
and bear our child?
My house would not be
the palace of a great king.
I would have built it for you
alone with my own hands.
Take the love I offer you.
You have to be strong
When our son becomes a man
he'll have much to do.
If I were a carpenter
and your name were Mary
my hands would be dry and hard
and yours would be so fragile
Men and their wrath
would come at night to kill.
We would flee into the desert
to hide the newborn.
If I were a carpenter
and your name were Mary
would you want to marry me
and start all over again?
Would you want to marry me
and start all over again?