If I were a carpenter and you were a lady,
 Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?
 If a tinker were my trade would you still find me?
 Carrying the pots I made, following behind me.
 
 Save my love for sorrow, save my love for lonely,
 I've given you my tomorrow, love me only.
 
 If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
 You answer me quick, "Tim I could, and I'll put you above me."
 If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding,
 Would you miss your coloured blouse and your soft shoes shining?
 
 Save my love for loneliness save my love for sorrow, 
 I've given you my only-ness, give me your tomorrow.
 
 If I were a carpenter and you were a lady,
 Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?