If l 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 find me
Carrying the pots I'd
made following behind me
Save my love
through loneliness
Save my love
for sorrow
I've given you
my onlyness
Come give me
your tomorrow
If I worked my
hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me babe
Yes I would
I will put you above me
If I were a miller
at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss
your color box
Your soft shoes shining
If l 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