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 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. I'll put you above me."
If I were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding,
Would you miss your coloured blouse, your soft shoes shining?
Save my love for loneliness, save my love for sorrow.
I gave you my onlyness, give me your tomorrow.

If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?