(Tim Hardin) 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 onliness, 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?