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 through sorrow   I give you my only-ness   Give me your tomorrow      If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?   Answer me, babe: "yes I would - I'd put you above me"   If a miller were my trade, at a mill wheel grinding   Would you miss your colour box - your soft shoes shining      Save my love through loneliness   Save my love through sorrow   I give you my only-ness   Give me your tomorrow      If I 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?