If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby
If a tinker were my trade
Would you still find me
Carryin’ the pots I'd made
Followin’ behind me
Save my love through loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I'd give you my onliness
Give me your tomorrow
If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me quick, say “Yes I would”
I would put nothing above me
If I were a miller
At a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your coloured blouse
And your soft shoe shining
Save my love for loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I'd give you my onliness
Give me your tomorrow
If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby
Baby
