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 for sorrow, save my love for lonely,
Ive given you my tomorrow, love me only.
If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
You answer me quick, 'Tim I could, and Ill put you above me.'
If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding,
Would you miss your coloured blouse and your soft shoes shining?
Save my love for loneliness save my love for sorrow,
Ive given you my only-ness, give me your tomorrow.
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady,
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?