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 Carryin' the pots I made Followin' behind me? Save my love through loneliness Save my love through sorrow I'm given you my oneliness 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 At a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your color box And your soft shoe shining? 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, and have my baby?