If I Were a Carpenter Robert Plant

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?
Carryin' the pots I made
Followin' behind me?

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love through sorrow
I give you my only-ness
Give me your tomorrow

If I worked my hands at wood
Oh would you still love me?
Answer me, babe, "Yes I would
I'd put you above me"
If a miller were my trade
At a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your glory-box
Oh your soft shoes shining?

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love through sorrow
I give you my only-ness
Come give me your tomorrow