If You Were a Carpenter

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