If I were a carpenter you were a lady Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby If a thinker were my trade would you still find me Carrying the pots I made following behind me Save my love through loneliness save my love for sorrow Giving you my ownliness come come give me your tomorrow If I worked my hands in wood would you still love me Answer me babe yes I would I'd put you above me If you were a miller at a mill wheel grinding Would you miss my colored blouse and your soft shoes shining [ harmonica ] If I were a carpenter and you were a lady Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby