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 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 only-ness - 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 miller were my trade, at a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your colour box - your soft shoes shining Save my love through loneliness - save my love through sorrow I give you my only-ness - 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? Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?