Cherry Pickin'

With my honey out picking cherries, feeling happy as I might ever be

Her hands are red, like roses blooming in February

Carrying a pail filled with cherry wine, the ones we picked ourselves will do fine

I'll fill your glass if and only if you will fill mine

Oh, darling, take me by the hand, you might be my sweet salvation

Hold my trembling soul inside of yours, as we crawl through open doors

Darling, tell me to go, say the words and I will follow you

Through darkness each and every day

Put it in a locket that you wear there in front of your heart, ooh-whoa, whoa

With my honey out picking cherries, laughing about all the dirt on our knees

Climbing trees so quietly so we won't wake the bees

Driving home at a quarter past ten, wake up in the morning just to do it again

She turns to me and she says, "I'm lucky just to be your friend"

Oh, darling, take me by the hand, you might be my sweet salvation

Hold my trembling soul inside of yours, as we crawl through open doors

Darling, tell me to go, say the words and I will follow you

Through darkness each and every day

Keep it in a locket that you wear there in front of your heart

Or your wrist or your arm, I'll be your unlucky charm

And are my lips too red from the wine?

Cherries are berries and I'll bury another bottle with you, oh

Oh, darling, take me by the hand, you might be my sweet salvation

Hold my trembling soul inside of yours

Darling, tell me to go, say the words and I will follow you

Through darkness each and every day

Through darkness each and every day

Through darkness each and every day

Put it in a locket that you wear there in front of your heart