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?