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 through loneliness, save my love through sorrow
I give you my only ness, give me your tomorrow
If I worked my hands in wood oh would you still love me?
Answer me babe, "Yes, I would, I'll put you above me"
If a miller were my trade I'd a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your color box? Would you have my child?
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