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Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady |
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Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak |
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Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours |
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Rolling through the hay like a puppy child |
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And when it rains the rain falls down |
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Washing out the cattle town |
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And she's far away somewhere in her eiderdown |
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And she dreams of crystal streams |
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Of days gone by when we would lean |
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Laughing fit to burst upon each other |
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I can see you sitting eating apples in the evening |
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The fruit juice flowing slowly, slowly, slowly |
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Down the bronze of your body |
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Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours |
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Rolling through the hay like a puppy child |
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Oh if only I could nestle in the cradle of your cabin |
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My arms around your shoulders the windows wide and open |
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While the swallow and the sycamore are playing in the valley |
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Oh I miss you Amoreena like a king bee misses honey |
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Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady |
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Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak |
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Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours |
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Rolling through the hay like a puppy child |
