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WILD BERRIES    
©1983 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI

 

A young girl on the highway stranded in the snow
December south of Cleveland, Ohio
I’m stopping out of pity for a stranger I don’t know
Just a young girl on the highway - like me so long ago
I check my rearview mirror and I’m taken by surprise
By silver studded strands of hair
In the bangs around my eyes - oh, my eyes

She’s frail but she is handsome just 19 or so
Dropping out of Antioch and drifting like the snow
On her way to Boston to make dinner for some friends
Guess to where I’m off to next she said
India - like the wind I’m off and running
I’m alone there is no race
I saw a silver studded diamond pin and
A smile upon her face - oh, her face - it said

CHORUS      
Come with me, go with me
We will be free birds again
You’ll see, just like me
We will be free birds and when
You fly there’s no time only
Your wings and your free

She speaks of her adventures - Alaska and the ice
Wild berries on a doorstep in springtime paradise
I’m off to the city to window shop downtown
I make a little money - like a slave it ties you down
But this spirit right beside me she’s off to see the world
And my silver studded memory longs to be
Just like this girl - oh this girl - she says

CHORUS    

My free bird generation has come and gone
What’s left behind - but a young girl on the highway
The last berry on the vine
Our lost forgotten causes lie deep within her eyes
Where berries grow on doorsteps there in paradise
And I look into her garden, I see myself upon that vine
I see silver studded dew that falls on berries
Lost in time - lost in time - she says

CHORUS 

Come with me, go with me

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