If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
If a tinker were your trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots you made, following behind me?
See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I`ve given you my onlyness,
Come give me your tomorrow
If you worked your hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, Yes I would, I`d put you above me"
And if you were a miller, had a mill-wheel grinding,
Would you see it written on my face? I`m here for the finding.
See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I`ve given you my onlyness,
Come give me your tomorrow
If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?