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
Carrying the pots I'd made
Following behind me
Save my love through loneliness
Save my love for sorrows
I've given you my loneliness
Come give me your tomorrows
If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me babe yes I would
I'll put you above me
If I were a miller
At a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored blouse
Your soft shoe shinning
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
And have my babyyyyyyyyyyyyy