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
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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