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?
Carrying the pots I made,
Following behind me?

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love through sorrow
I give you my onliness,
Give me 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 were my trade
At a mill wheel grinding,
Would you miss your color box,
And your soft shoe shining?

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love through sorrow
I give you my onliness,
Come give me your tomorrow

If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?