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 loneliness, save my love for sorrow I give you my onlyness, come give me your tomorrow If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me? Answer me, babe: yes I would, I'd put you above me If I were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your colored blouse, your soft shoes shining If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby? Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby? Set8