House Carpenter lyrics

by Bob Dylan (arr)

Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met, cried she
I`ve just returned from the salt, salt sea
And it`s all for the love of thee

I could have married a King`s daughter there
She would have married me
But I have forsaken my King`s daughter there
It`s all for the love of thee

Well, if you could have married a King`s daughter there
I`m sure you`re the one to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And I`m sure he`s a fine young man

Forsake, forsake your house carpenter
And come away with me
I`ll take you where the green grass grows
On the shores of sunny Italy

So up she picked her babies three
And gave them kisses, one, two, three
Saying `take good care of your daddy while I`m gone
And keep him good company.`

Well, they were sailin` about two weeks
I`m sure it was not three
When the younger of the girls, she came on deck
Sayin` she wants company

`Well, are you weepin` for your house and home?
Or are you weepin` for your babies three?`
`Well, I`m not weepin` for my house carpenter
I`m weepin` for my babies three.`

Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
They look as white as snow
Those are the hill of heaven, my love
You and I`ll never know

Oh what are those hills yonder, my love
They look as dark as night
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love
Where you and I will unite

Oh twice around went the gallant ship
I`m sure it was not three
When the ship all of a sudden, it sprung a leak
And it drifted to the bottom of the sea
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