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   Carryin' the pots I made, followin' behind me?   Save my love through loneliness   Save my love through sorrow   I give you my only-ness   Give my your tomorrow   If I worked my hands at wood,   Oh 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 glory-box, oh your soft shoes shining   Save my love through loneliness   Save my love through sorrow   I give you my only-ness   Come give my your tomorrow   I give you my only-ness   Give my 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?   Would you marry me anyway? Marry me?   Would you have my baby? Ah-ah-ah.