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The Mulberry Tree
© 2016 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.
In a small green valley where the stream runs slow
And sings its trickling tune
My baby lies waiting underneath the boughs
On the grass burnt silver by the moon
Her hair is golden and her skin is pale
And her lips shaped like a heart
We fell in love under the mulberry tree
And we swore that we’d never part
And sings its trickling tune
My baby lies waiting underneath the boughs
On the grass burnt silver by the moon
Her hair is golden and her skin is pale
And her lips shaped like a heart
We fell in love under the mulberry tree
And we swore that we’d never part
O, the mulberry tree is in bloom again
It's fruit is the deepest of red
One last kiss before I say goodnight
Underneath this arboreal bed
She said that she’d love me ‘til her dying day
And she proved it all through the night
Every touch like an arrow from Cupid
Every kiss like a black widow’s bite
But every now and then her little tongue would slip
And the strangest things’d come out
About people, places, and things
And she started to raise my doubt
It's fruit is the deepest of red
One last kiss before I say goodnight
Underneath this arboreal bed
She said that she’d love me ‘til her dying day
And she proved it all through the night
Every touch like an arrow from Cupid
Every kiss like a black widow’s bite
But every now and then her little tongue would slip
And the strangest things’d come out
About people, places, and things
And she started to raise my doubt
O, the mulberry tree is in bloom again
It's fruit is the deepest of red
One last kiss before I say goodnight
Underneath this arboreal bed
It's fruit is the deepest of red
One last kiss before I say goodnight
Underneath this arboreal bed
I remember that evening on the 4th of July
I saw my rival on the Tilt-a-Whirl
The air smelled of sulphur and funnel cakes
And in his arms, there was my girl
My blood started rushing and began to burn
Like Roman candles on a Catherine Wheel
I put my hand down into my pocket
And I felt that cold gray steel
O, the mulberry tree is in bloom again
It's fruit is the deepest of red
One last kiss before I say goodnight
Underneath this arboreal bed
The night’s all quiet except a quarrel of birds
Some blackbirds and some orioles
My baby lies sleeping so peacefully
In her heart are two red holes
I saw my rival on the Tilt-a-Whirl
The air smelled of sulphur and funnel cakes
And in his arms, there was my girl
My blood started rushing and began to burn
Like Roman candles on a Catherine Wheel
I put my hand down into my pocket
And I felt that cold gray steel
O, the mulberry tree is in bloom again
It's fruit is the deepest of red
One last kiss before I say goodnight
Underneath this arboreal bed
The night’s all quiet except a quarrel of birds
Some blackbirds and some orioles
My baby lies sleeping so peacefully
In her heart are two red holes
O, the mulberry tree is in bloom again
Her fruit is the deepest of red
One last kiss before I say goodnight
Underneath this arboreal bed
Her fruit is the deepest of red
One last kiss before I say goodnight
Underneath this arboreal bed
- The Mulberry Tree5:26