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
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?