If I Were A Carpenter

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?
If a tinkerer was my trade, would I still find you
Carrying the pots I made, and following behind me?

Save your love through loneliness, save your love through sorrow
I gave you my onliness, now give me your tomorrow

If I were a miller's son, at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your coloured blouse, your soft shoes shining?
If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
Would you answer me, "yes I would", and not be above me?
If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?

Save your love through loneliness, save your love through sorrow
I gave you my onliness, now give me your tomorrow