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 and 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