If I was a carpenter, and you was a lady
Would you marry me anyway? – Would you have my baby?
If a tinker was my trade, would I still find you
Carrying the pots I made – follow on behind you?
Save my life from loneliness –
Save your heart from sorrow
I'll give you my onliness –
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 place you above me!
And if I was miller, had a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your coloured box or your soft shoes shining?
Save my life from loneliness –
Save your heart from sorrow
I'll give you my onliness –
Come, give me your tomorrow!
If I was a carpenter, and you was a lady
Would you marry me anyway? – Would you have my baby?
Would you marry me anyway? – Would you have my baby?