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 sorrow

Save my love for lonely

I given you my tomorrow love me always

If I worked my hands in wood

Would you still love me

Answer me quick

Tim I could

I'd put you above me

If I were a miller

At a millwheel grinding

Would miss your colored blouse

Soft shoes a shining

Save my love for loneliness

Save my love for sorrow

I've given you my onlyness

Please give me your tomorrows

If I were a carpenter

And you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway

Would you have my baby