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
I've given you my tomorrow
And love you always

If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me?
Answer me quick, "Tim how could? How could I put you above me?"

If I were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colour box
Soft shoes shining

Save my love for loneliness
Save my love for sorrow
I've 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?