If you were a carpenter and I were a lady 
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby? 
If a tinker were your trade, would you still find me Carrying the pots you made, following behind me?
See my love through loneliness See my love for sorrow
I‘ve given you my onlyness Come give me your tomorrow

If you worked your hands in wood, 
would you still love me? 
Answer me, yes I would, I‘d put you above me 
And if you were a miller, had a mill-wheel grinding 
Would you see it written on my face? 
I‘m here for the finding

See my love through loneliness 
See my love for sorrow I‘ve given you my onlyness 
Come give me your tomorrow
If you were a carpenter and I were a lady 
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby? 
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?