If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady   Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?   If a tinker were your trade, would you still find me   Carrying the pots you made, following behind me?      See my love through loneliness   See my love for sorrow   I've given you my onlyness,   Come give me your tomorrow      If you worked your hands in wood, would you still love me?   Answer me, Yes I would, I'd put you above me"   And if you were a miller, had a mill-wheel grinding,   Would you see it written on my face? I'm here for the finding.      See my love through loneliness   See my love for sorrow   I've given you my onlyness,   Come give me your tomorrow      If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady   Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?   Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?