| If I were a carpenter |
| And you were a lady |
| Would you marry me anyway? |
| Would you have my baby? |
| If you were a carpenter |
| And I were a lady |
| I’d marry you anyway |
| I’d have your baby |
| If a tinker was my trade |
| Would I still find you? |
| I’d be carryin' the pots you made |
| Followin' behind you |
| Save my love for loneliness |
| Save my love for sorrow |
| I’ve given you my onlyness |
| Give me you’re tomorrow |
| If I were a miller |
| Pull a mill wheel grinding |
| Would you miss your colored blouse |
| And your soft shoe shining? |
| If you were a miller |
| And a mill wheel grinding |
| I’d not miss my colored blouse |
| And my soft shoe shining |
| Save my love for loneliness |
| Save my love for sorrow |
| I’ve given you my onlyness |
| Give me you’re tomorrow |
| If worked my hands in wood |
| Would you still love me? |
| I’d answer you, yes, I would |
| And would you not be above me? |
| And if I were a carpenter |
| And you were a lady |
| I’d marry you anyway |
| I’d have your baby |
| Save my love for loneliness |
| Save my love for sorrow |
| Given you my onlyness |
| Give me you’re tomorrow |
| I’ve given you my onlyness |
| Give me you’re tomorrow |