Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green. Walking on velvet green. Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving. Walking on velvet green.
Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Go down on velvet green, with a country man. Who's a young girls fancy and an
old maid's dream. Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north. There lies your reputation and all that
you're worth. Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
And the long grass blows in the evening cool. And August's rare delight may be
April's fool. But think not of that, my love, I'm tight against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green.
Now I may tell you that it's love and not just lust.
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust. On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
that washes out the wild oat seed on velvet green. We'll dream as lovers under the stars
of civilizations raging afar. And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars.
As you walk home cold and alone upon velvet green.
Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green. Walking on velvet green. Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving. Walking on velvet green. (sing365)
This medieval-sounding folkish song is about a romp in the English countryside. The song is filled with sexual innuendo: "Never a care with your legs in the air," "Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hand," "A young girl's fancy and an old maid's dream." There's also a concern about pregnancy: "August's rare delight may be april's fool," as August-April is 9 months, but not enough concern to stop him: "But think not of that my love, I'm tight against the seam." In the end, they sleep together after sex but he ditches her during the night: "We'll dream as lovers underneath the stars, of civilizations raging afar. Then the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars, as you walk home cold alone upon velvet green."
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sexy, funny
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