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 through sorrow,
I'm given you my onliness,
Give your tomorrow.

If I worked my hands in wood,
Answer me babe, "Yes I would,
I'll put you above me."

If I were a miller, yeah
At a mill wheel grinding,
Would you miss your color box,
Little girl, 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?