| | | | 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've given you my onliness, give me your tomorrow | | | | If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me? Answer me, babe: "yes I would, I'd put you above me" If I were a miller, at a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your coloured box and your soft shoes shining? Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrow I've given you my onliness, give me your tomorrow | | | | | If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby? Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrow I've given you my onliness, give me your tomorrow Save my love through loneliness, save my love through sorrow I've given you my onliness, give me your tomorrow     Give me your tomorrow ||  ||  | ||  |