| 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 |