Snow Cherries from France
I knew a boy who would
Not share his bike
Oh, but he let me go sailing
I swore that I
Could survive any storm
Oh then he let me go
"Can you launch rockets from here?"
Boy, I've done it for years
Right over my head
And when I promised my hand
He promised me back
Snow cherries from France
All that summer
We traveled the world
Never leaving his own back garden
Girls, I didn't know
Just what it could be
Oh, but he let me go sailing
You question me,
"Can you ride anything?"
Lord, do you mean like your mood swings
Invaders & traders with
The best intentions
May convince you to go
"They look like pirates from here"
Boy, I've been one for years
Just keeping my head
And when I promised my hand
You promised me back
Snow cherries from France
And then one day he said
"Girl it's been nice,
Oh, but I have to go sailing"
With cinnamon lips
That did not match his eyes
Oh then he let me go
