Wild Garlic

It is the wild garlic time of year
That's why I roved out to find you here
Where every green tongue is gonna sing
About the high fever of the spring

Oooh
Oooh
Oooh

And in this cool shady glade of trees
I hear those wild garlic harmonies
The way the juice hits me with its hum
Between my first finger and my thumb

Oooh
Oooh
Oooh

Must be the wild wanting mood I'm in
Makes every touch crackle on my skin
So let your heart open like a bud
For we have wild garlic in our blood

Oooh
Oooh
Oooh

Down on that green blanket we could pull
Enough to fill all our pockets full
So let your tongue take another taste
Before the young season goes to waste

Oooh
Oooh
Oooh

Oooh
Oooh
Oooh

Aaah
Aaah
Aaah



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Keith Randell
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