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 onlyness
Come and give me your tomorrow

If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, babe: "Yes I would, I'd put you above me"
If a were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your coloured blouse, your soft shoes shining

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love through sorrow
I give you my onlyness
Come and give me 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?
Would you have my baby?