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 made
following behind me?
Save my love through loneliness,
save my love through sorrow
I give you my only-ness,
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 a miller were my trade,
at a mill wheel grinding
would you miss your colour box,
your soft shoes shining.
Save my love through loneliness,
save my love through sorrow,
I give you my only-ness,
come give me your tomorrow.
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?