Berries

Berries in the garden And they'd be all white Berries in the garden I think I never saw them And I get weird again Speaking of my own dry land Speaking of my own dry land Oh my own land Speaking of my own dry land Speaking of my own dry land Berries, don't you touch them They'd see us all white Underneath your flesh then Berries are restlessly crawling And you get well again Speaking of my own dry land Speaking of my own dry land Oh my own land Speaking of my own dry land Speaking of my own dry land Taking down a bold man Leaves freckled all white Burying a bold plan The winds I fear on this dry land And we're bold again Speaking of my own dry land Speaking of my own dry land Oh my own land Speaking of my own dry land Speaking of my own dry land Will be blooming all summer long When the white berries are gone Blooming all summer long When the white berries are gone On my own land Blooming all summer long When the white berries are gone