If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my baby
If a tinker was my trade would I still find you
I'd be carryin' the pots you made followin' behind you
Save your love through loneliness
Save your love through sorrow
I gave you my onliness Give me your tomorrow
If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your coloured blouse and your soft shoes shining
If I worked my hands in wood,would you still love me
And would you not be above me
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Save your love through loneliness
Save your love through sorrow
I gave you my onliness Give me your tomorrow