Berkeley Woman (Remastered)

Berkeley Woman (Remastered) - John Denver

Written by：Bryan Bowers

I saw a berkley woman

Sittin in her rockin chair

A dulcimer in her lap

A feather in her hair

Her breasts swayed freely

With the rhythm of the rockin chair

She was a-sittin and a-singin and a-swayin

Her cheeks were red I declare

Twas hard to believe

What my eyes showed me then

The colour in her cheeks

Was just her natural skin

She wore no makeup

To make her look that way

She was a natural mama with the red cheeks

What more can I say

Well I finally realised

There was hunger in my stare

In my mind I was swayin

With the woman in the rockin chair

But the lady I was livin with

Was standin right by my side

She saw my stare and she saw my hunger

And lord it made her cry

So with anger on her face

Yes and the hurt in her eyes

She scratched me and she clawed me

She screamed and she cried

Oh you don't give me near

All the lovin that you should

Yet you're ready to go and lay with her

You're just no damn good

Well I guess she's probably right

Oh I guess I'm probably wrong

I guess she's not too far away

She hasnt been gone very long

And I guess we could get together

And try it one more time

But I know that wanderlust would come again

Shed only wind up a-cryin

Well now youve heard my story

Plain as the light of day

Its hard to feel guilty for lovin the ladies

Thats all I gotta say

Cept a woman is the sweetest fruit

That God ever put on the vine

Id no more love just one kinda woman

Than drink only one kinda wine

Cept a woman is the sweetest fruit

That God ever put on the vine

I'd no more love just one kinda woman

Than drink only one kinda wine

I'd no more love just one kinda woman

Than drink only one kinda wine