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
 Carryin' the pots I made, followin' behind me?
 
 Save my love through loneliness
 Save my love through sorrow
 I give you my only-ness
 Give my your tomorrow
 
 If I worked my hands at wood,
 Oh would you still love me?
 Answer me babe
 "Yes I would, I'd put you above me."
 
 If a miller were my trade, at a mill wheel grinding
 Would you miss your glory-box, oh your soft shoes shining
 
 Save my love through loneliness
 Save my love through sorrow
 I give you my only-ness
 Give my your tomorrow
 
 If I were a carpenter, and you were a Lady
 Would you marry me anyway?
 Would you have my baby?
 
 Save my love through loneliness
 Save my love through sorrow
 I give you my only-ness
 Come give my your tomorrow
 
 Save my love through loneliness
 Save my love through sorrow
 I give you my only-ness
 Give my your tomorrow
 Give my your tomorrow