If I Were A Carpenter

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 for sorrow
I've given you my ownliness
Come and give me your tomorrow

If I work 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 soft shoes shining

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