[ with Diane McCall ]      If I were a carpenter and you were a lady   Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby   If you worked your hands in wood and if you'd ask me   I'd answer you baby yes I would I'd place you above me      Save my love through loneliness save my love through sorrow   I've given you my ownliness so give me your tomorrow   [ ac.guitar - steel ]   If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding   Would you miss your pretty clothes and your soft shoes shining   And if a thinker were your trade you'd still find me   I'd be carrying the pots you've made and following behind you      Save my love through loneliness...   If I were a carpenter and you were a lady   Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby