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 oiliness
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 sweet 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?