The Pickers Are Comin'

I raised her up from a cedar
Into a flowerin' tree
To bloom in another man's garden
For another man's eyes to see
Raised her up sweet and appealin'
Pretty as a flower can be
And now I'm bothered by the feelin'
That soon, she'll be leavin' me

You'll see
The pickers are comin'
The pickers are comin'
We won't have to summon a one
The fruit's on the vine now
It's sweeter than wine now
So ripe in the September sun

The pickers are comin'
With footsteps a-drummin'
They'll soon be a-runnin' this way
The meadow is bloomin'
The bloom is perfumin'
The harvest will be any day

The apple of my eye is ripe
And ready for the takin'
And though I know it's only right
Still, I feel forsaken

The pickers are comin'
With heartstrings a-strummin'
And the plum that they're comin' for
Is my little girl
My little girl
My little girl no more



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Udell, Gary Geld
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