Wildberry Pie

When you pick a sprig of balsam pine

On your hike along the mountain view

You can wrap the scent in corduroy

And bring the mountain home with you



And when you sit beside the ocean's edge

And dream of what might come to be

Your fingers keep the taste of salt

From the castles made beside the sea



I'm lonely at work now

My hand holds my chin

And my mischievous fingers

Remind me and cover my grin



The scent takes me dreaming

To wild berry pie

And the wind hits my sails

With the sound of your trembling sigh



When we work to make a berry pie

Lips can tell where we have been

Out picking huckleberries wild

To bring the harvest home again



And on the way we sang a tune

What I said is what I meant

Our love is like a red, red rose

It leaves a certain subtle scent



I'm lonely at work now

My hand holds my chin

And my mischievous fingers

Remind me and cover my grin



The scent takes me dreaming

Of wild berry pie

And the wind hits my sails

With the sound of your trembling sigh

And the wind hits my sails

With the sound of your trembling sigh