If I take on a tinkers' trade, would you still find me, carrying the parts I made, following close behind me?
Save my love for loneliness, save my love through sorrow, because I have given you my loneliness--so give me part of your tomorrow.
If I work my hands in wood, and YES I work my hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, "Babe, yes, I would--I'd raise you high above me."
If I was a miller at a mill wheel, grinding, would you miss your color box and your soft shoes shining?
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway? I want you to have my baby.
If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway? Won't you have my baby?