Berkeley Woman — текст песни (John Denver)

I saw a Berkeley woman sittin` in her rockin chair
`Twas hard to believe what my eyes showed me then
Well, I fin`ly realized there was hunger in my stare
So with anger on her face and hurt in her eyes
I guess she`s prob`ly right, Oh, I guess I`m prob`ly wrong
Well, now you`ve heard my story as plain as the light of day

A dulcimer in her lap, a feather in her hair
The color in her cheeks was just her natural skin
In my mind I was swayin` with the woman in the rockin` chair
She scratched me and & clawed me, she screamed & she cried
I guess she`s not too far away, she hasn`t been gone very long
It`s hard to feel guilty for lovin` the ladies

Her breasts swayed freely
She wore no makeup
But the lady I was livin` with
Oh you don`t give me near
And I guess we could get together
That`s all I gotta say (To chorus)

With the rhythm of the rockin` chair
To make her look that way
Was standin` right by my side
All the lovin` that you should
And try this one more time

She was a sittin` and a singin` and a swayin`
She was a natural mama with the red cheeks
She saw my stare and she saw the hunger
Yet you`re ready to go and lay with her
But I know the wanderlust would come again

Her cheeks were red I declare
What more can I say?
And Lord it made her cry
You`re just no damn good!
She`d only wind up cryin`

(Chorus)
Except a woman is the sweetest fruit
Well, a woman is the sweetest fruit
That God ever put on the vine
That God ever put on the vine
I`d no more love just one kind of woman
I`d no more love just one kind of woman
Than drink only one kind of wine
Than drink only one kind of wine