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 through sorrows
I've given you my onliness
Give me your tomorrows


If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me

Answer me babe yes I would
I would put you above me


If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored blouse
Little girl, your soft sweet 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 baby