If I were a carpenter

And you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway

Would you marry me anyway

Would you have my baby

Would you have my baby

If a tinker tilling his trade

Boy as still find you

I'd be carryin' the pots you made

Carryin' the pots you made

Followin' behind you

Followin' behind you

Save my love through loneliness

Save my love through sorrow

'Coz am giving you my loneliness

So Gimme part your tomorrow

If I worked my hands in wood

Would you still love me

I'd answer you Yes I would

And may she have above me

Listen one night

If you love me

If I were a miller

At a mill wheel grinding

Now Would you miss your colored box

Would you miss your colored box

Soft sweet shoe shinning

If your soft sweet shoe shinning

If I were a carpenter

And you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway

Would you marry me anyway

Would you have my baby

Would you have my baby

If I were a carpenter

And you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway

Would you marry me anyway

Would you have my baby

Would you have my baby