Lyricist: Tori Amos   Composer: Tori Amos

Composed and written by Tori Amos

I knew a boy who would not share his bike
oh, but he let me go sailing
I swore that I could survive any storm
oh then he let me go

"can you launch rockets from here?"
boy, I've done it for years
right over my head
and when I promised my hand, he promised me back
snow cherries from France
all that summer we traveled the world
never leaving his own back garden
girls, i didn't know, just what it could be
oh, but he let me go sailing

you question me, "can you ride anything?"
Lord, do you mean like your mood swings?
invaders and traders with the best intentions may convince you to go
"they look like pirates from here"
boy, I've been one for years
just keeping my head
and when I promised my hand he promised me back
snow cherries from France
all that summer we traveled the world
never leaving his own back garden
girls, I didn't know, just what it could be
oh, but he let me go sailing

and then one day he said "girl it's been nice,
oh, but I have to go sailing"
with cinnamon lips that did not match his eyes
oh then he let me go

Snow Cherries From France

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Lyricist: Tori Amos   Composer: Tori Amos

Composed and written by Tori Amos

I knew a boy who would not share his bike
oh, but he let me go sailing
I swore that I could survive any storm
oh then he let me go

"can you launch rockets from here?"
boy, I've done it for years
right over my head
and when I promised my hand, he promised me back
snow cherries from France
all that summer we traveled the world
never leaving his own back garden
girls, i didn't know, just what it could be
oh, but he let me go sailing

you question me, "can you ride anything?"
Lord, do you mean like your mood swings?
invaders and traders with the best intentions may convince you to go
"they look like pirates from here"
boy, I've been one for years
just keeping my head
and when I promised my hand he promised me back
snow cherries from France
all that summer we traveled the world
never leaving his own back garden
girls, I didn't know, just what it could be
oh, but he let me go sailing

and then one day he said "girl it's been nice,
oh, but I have to go sailing"
with cinnamon lips that did not match his eyes
oh then he let me go