Wildberry Pie

From Home Again
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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 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 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

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 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

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