If I were a carpenter And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway? And 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've given you my only-ness Give me your tomorrow If I worked my hands in wood Would you still love me? Answer me, babe, "Yes, I would" I'll put you above me If I were a miller At a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your color box And your soft shoe shining? ♪ If I were a carpenter And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway? And have my baby? Would you marry anyway? And have my baby?