Country girl, you’re on display, as we stroll – light turning on
Your breasts – still small and gay, tucked in your body strong
Country girl smelling of hay on a lo’ely summer morn’
Country girl smelling of hay on a lo’ely summer morn’
Country girl, you look your best when along the lane you walk
Disguised like a feathered nest built by thrush but not by hawk
And the seam around your waist, country girl – I wish you tore
And the seam around your waist, country girl – I wish you tore
Country girl, your head held high, when gentle who you see
With a sparkle in your eye like death or commodity
Country girl, please never cry, bid you’ll be my servant fine
Country girl, don’t make me sigh, tell me one day you’ll be mine
Country girl, I feel so bright when I see your flights at dawn
As you dread the steps of light, long before the day is born
Country girl, I feel so bright when I see your flights at dawn
As you dread the steps of light, long before the day is born
Country girl, your head held high, when gentle who you see
With a sparkle in your eye like death or commodity
Country girl will always show such contempt for all my dreams
You gaze like a brighter rose or a breath of mountain green
Country girl, don’t make me sigh, tell me one day you’ll be mine
Country girl, don’t make me sigh, tell me one day you’ll be mine
Country girl, don’t make me sigh, tell me one day you’ll be mine