C           Bb         F              C
If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady,
                   Bb      F                 C
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?
C           Bb            F               C
If a tinker were my trade would you still find me,
C           Bb           F           C
carrin' the pots I made, followin' behind me.

CHORUS:
Bb                   C           Bb               C
Save my love through loneliness, save my love for sorrow.
    C            Bb        F              C
I'm given you my onliness, come give your tomorrow.

#2.
C              Bb             F               C
If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
                 Bb           F             C
Answer me babe, "Yes I would, I'll put you above me."
C           Bb     F               C
If I were a miller at a mill wheel grinding,
C                   Bb              F                   C
would you miss your colored blouse, and your soft shoes shining?