[ with Diane McCall ]

If I were a carpenter and you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby

If you worked your hands in wood and if you'd ask me

I'd answer you baby yes I would I'd place you above me

Save my love through loneliness save my love through sorrow

I've given you my ownliness so give me your tomorrow

[ ac.guitar - steel ]

If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding

Would you miss your pretty clothes and your soft shoes shining

And if a thinker were your trade you'd still find me

I'd be carrying the pots you've made and following behind you

Save my love through loneliness...

If I were a carpenter and you were a lady

Would you marry me anyway would you have my baby