By Karen England, the Edgehill Herb Farmer.
“The flowers bow their heads
The sun she blushes
And she turns red
Leaves are begging trees to be shed
To fall beside you
Words are shamed to be said
And lips are craving to be fed
Butter’s not good enough for bread
When you come through I smelled your breath and it was
Sweet as berries and cream
It went to my head like
Good bubbly on New Year’s Eve
Your love I be could turn apples from
Green to red if you pleased
Come on and turn
All your magic out on me . . . ” – Berries & Cream Song by Amel Larrieux
