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 for sorrow I'm given you my lonliness, come give your tomorrow If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me? Answer me babe, "Yes I would, I'll put you above me." If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding, Would you miss your color box, and 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?...