Pomona
It was the spring, '73
I had busted up my knee
And I couldn't play competitively
Came to teach and you were there
With that flyaway hair
At first your beauty wasn't something I could see
Pomona, no one would understand
Why a former quidditch star
Would love a girl with dirty hands
Pomona, but your ivy climbed my walls
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
It was winter '74
I was homesick and bored
Stalking the grounds, knee-deep in snow
You invited me in
For some hot tea, then
In your greenhouse where the flowers still grow
And you rubbed my cold hands and your eyes met mine
And I flew through all stretches of space and time
When you poured us the tea
I could see through the steam
You were smiling
She's got magic
Pomona, no one would understand
Why a former quidditch star
Would love a girl with dirty hands
Pomona, but your ivy climbed my walls
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
She's got magic hands
She's got magic
It was spring '75
We were together all the time
In your greenhouse or my tower room
You gave me asphodel vines
And each time they died
You'd always bring them back in bloom
Pomona, no one could understand
Why a former quidditch star
Would love a girl with dirty hands
Pomona, but your ivy climbed my walls
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
I had busted up my knee
And I couldn't play competitively
Came to teach and you were there
With that flyaway hair
At first your beauty wasn't something I could see
Pomona, no one would understand
Why a former quidditch star
Would love a girl with dirty hands
Pomona, but your ivy climbed my walls
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
It was winter '74
I was homesick and bored
Stalking the grounds, knee-deep in snow
You invited me in
For some hot tea, then
In your greenhouse where the flowers still grow
And you rubbed my cold hands and your eyes met mine
And I flew through all stretches of space and time
When you poured us the tea
I could see through the steam
You were smiling
She's got magic
Pomona, no one would understand
Why a former quidditch star
Would love a girl with dirty hands
Pomona, but your ivy climbed my walls
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
She's got magic hands
She's got magic
It was spring '75
We were together all the time
In your greenhouse or my tower room
You gave me asphodel vines
And each time they died
You'd always bring them back in bloom
Pomona, no one could understand
Why a former quidditch star
Would love a girl with dirty hands
Pomona, but your ivy climbed my walls
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
Till they crack and fall and let the light in
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Writer(s): Kathryn Hasenyager
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