If a tinker were my trade
Would you still find me
Carrying the pots I'd made
Following behind me

Save my love through loneliness
Save my love for sorrows
I've given you my onliness
Come give me your tomorrows

If I worked my hands in wood
Would you still love me
Answer me babe say "yes I would
I'll put you above me"

If I were a miller
At a mill wheel grinding
Would you miss your colored blouse
Your soft shoe shining