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 love me? Carrying the pots I made, following behind me Bridge: Save my love through loneliness, Save my love for sorrow; I've given you my onliness-- Give me your tomorrows. If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me Answer me, babe, yes, I would, I would put you above me If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your colored box, your soft shoes shining? Repeat Bridge: Repeat First Verse: