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 my 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