Sharon Glassman - Bunches Of Love
Bunches of Love
©2011, Sharon Glassman (BMI)
http://sharon@sharonglassmanlive.com
In a little, little, little, little village
With a sunny, sunny, sunny sky above
A hopeful, hopeful, hopeful, hopeful farmer
Is dreaming what his world could be made of:
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I want to pick, pick, pick, pick, pick you like an apple
Coo-coo-coo-coo to you like a dove
I want to squeeze, squeeze you like a sweet, sweet grape
And bring you bunches of love
On a leafy, leafy, leafy, little hillside
Fitting every hand into a glove
A lovely, lovely, lovely, lovely seamstress
Is dreaming what her world could be made of:
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Well the wind, the wind, the wind it came a-blowing
Blew a little glove into the air
Left it in the fine care of that farmer
Who was standing, working, hoping, planting there
The seamstress came a-running down that hillside
Saw her glove upon that farmer’s hand
Smiled and kindly handed him the other
You can hear them singing now across the land
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…and bring you bunches
and sew you bunches
and show you bunches of love.