berries Lyrics

Berries in the garden

And they'd be all white

Berries in the garden

I think I never saw them

And I get weird again

Speaking of my own dry land

Speaking of my own dry land

Oh my own land

Speaking of my own dry land

Speaking of my own dry land

Berries, don't you touch them

They'd see us all white

Underneath your flesh then

Berries are restlessly crawling

And you get well again

Speaking of my own dry land

Speaking of my own dry land

Oh my own land

Speaking of my own dry land

Speaking of my own dry land

Taking down a bold man

Leaves freckled all white

Burying a bold plan

The winds I fear on this dry land

And we're bold again

Speaking of my own dry land

Speaking of my own dry land

Oh my own land

Speaking of my own dry land

Speaking of my own dry land

Will be blooming all summer long

When the white berries are gone

Blooming all summer long

When the white berries are gone

On my own land

Blooming all summer long

When the white berries are gone