From Home Again .............................................. 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 When you sit beside the oceans edge And dream of what might come to be Your fingers keep the taste of salt From the castles made beside the sea Im 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 wildberry 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 Im 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 wildberry 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 .............................................. David Wilcox, all rights reserved
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