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 have 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, I'll put you above

Me"

If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding

Would you miss your colored blouse, your soft shoes

Shining?

Save my love through 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?