If you were a carpenter And I were a lady I would marry you, anyway I would have your baby If a tinker were your trade I still would find you I would carry the pots you made 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 would miss my color box On my soft shoe shining ♪ If you were a carpenter And I were a lady I would marry you, anyway I would have your baby I would marry you, anyway I would have your baby