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.