If I were a carpenter and you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby

If a thinker was my trade would you still find me

Carrying the pots I made following behind me

Save my love through loneliness save my love

Through sorrow

I've given you my ownliness come and give me

Your tomorrow

If I worked my hands in wood would you still

Love me

Answer babe yes I would I would put you above me

If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding

Would you see it and know my face I'm here for

The finding

Now 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