If I were a carpenter And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway And have my baby? If a tinker were my trade Would you still find me Carryin’ the pots I made Followin’ behind me? Save my love through loneliness Save my love through sorrows I've given you my onliness Give me your tomorrows. If I worked my hands in wood Would you still love me? Answer me, babe, “Yes, I would. I would put you above me.” If I were a miller … yeah … At a mill wheel grindin’ Would you miss your colored blouse Little girl, your soft shoe shinin’? If I were a carpenter And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway And you have my baby? Would you marry me anyway And have my baby?