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 only-ness
Come give me your tomorrow

If I worked 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
Your soft shoe shining?

If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
Would you marry anyway?
Would you have my baby?