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
Carrin’ the pots I made, followin’ behind me.
Save my love through loneliness, save my love for sorrow
I’m given you my lonliness, come give your tomorrow
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 color box, and your soft shoe shining?
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?
Would you marry anyway?, Would you have my baby?…
