Bob Dylan - House Carpenter Lyrics
Well met, well met, my own true loveWell met, well met, cried sheIve just returned from the salt, salt seaAnd its all for the love of theeI could have married a kings daughter thereShe would have married meBut I have forsaken my kings daughter thereIts all for the love of theeWell, if you could have married a kings daughter thereIm sure youre the one to blameFor I am married to a house carpenterAnd Im sure hes a fine young manForsake, forsake your house carpenterAnd come away with meIll take you where the green grass growsOn the shores of sunny italySo up she picked her babies threeAnd gave them kisses, one, two, threeSaying take good care of your daddy while Im goneAnd keep him good company.Well, they were sailin about two weeksIm sure it was not threeWhen the younger of the girls, she came on deckSayin she wants companyWell, are you weepin for your house and home?Or are you weepin for your babies three?Well, Im not weepin for my house carpenterIm weepin for my babies three.Oh what are those hills yonder, my loveThey look as white as snowThose are the hill of heaven, my loveYou and Ill never knowOh what are those hills yonder, my loveThey look as dark as nightThose are the hills of hell-fire my loveWhere you and I will uniteOh twice around went the gallant shipIm sure it was not threeWhen the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leakAnd it drifted to the bottom of the sea
