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   Carrin' the pots I made, followin' behind me.      Save my love through loneliness, save my love for sorrow   I'm given you my lonliness, come give 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, and 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?...