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've given you my tomorrow And love you always If I worked my hands in wood Would you still love me? Answer me quick, "Tim how could? How could I put you above me?" If I were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your colour box Soft shoes shining Save my love for 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?