Andrus & the Mariners - The Fields

Sun in the morning and sun 'til the night
Violets so strong I've grown weary and tired
I walk these aisles lined with bushels and groves
Right over left and my pale hangin' low

Many my kind are in fields far beyond
Surveying acres with shotguns and hounds
I saw your locks cascade down your head
And I took to thinkin' I'd linger instead

Strawberry yellow
Blueberry eyes
Pick 'em too soon and bitter's the fruit
I'll wander these fields for a while

We're back and forth where to stay where to go
Like an old see-saw with its highs and its lows
I said take my hand and I pledged you'll be fine
Well I went on my way and you stayed behind

Strawberry yellow
Blueberry eyes
Pick 'em too soon and bitter's the fruit
I'll wander these fields for a while

They'll eye up the ripest and store them away for the cold
Seal them in masons and dress 'em in fabric and bows
Winter seems longer but December's gettin' warmer
Tighten my coat, hold my hands by the fire
Open my eyes
Spread out the embers
And walk away

From strawberry yellow
Blueberry eyes
Pick 'em too soon and bitter's the fruit
I'll wander these fields for a while

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Andrus & the Mariners

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