If you were a carpenter and I were a lady I would marry you anyway, I would have you a baby
If a tinker were your tray, I would still find you I would carry the pots you make, following behind you
Save your love through loneliness, save your love for sorrow You've given me your loneliness, I will give you my tomorrow
If you worked your hands in wood, I would still love you I would cherish you more than life, put no one above you
If you were a miller at a mill wheel grinding I wouldn't miss my color box or my soft shoes shining
If you were a carpenter and I were a lady I would marry you anyway, I would have you a baby
I would marry you anyway, I would have you a baby