Songtexte: Tori Amos. Tales Of A Librarian. Snow Cherries From France.

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
You 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