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 sorrow save my love for lonely
I given you my tomorrow, love me always
If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, quick [Incomprehensible] above me
If I were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your color box, your soft shoes shining
Save my love through loneliness, save my love for sorrow
I give you my onlyness give me your tomorrow
If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?
