| 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? |