Season of Plums

In the season of plums, the ripe of the day

She lay down beside him to have her own way

Shy and demure, he gave his okay

As long as she'd marry him next Saturday

She promised she would, just like in the movies

And life could be all the storyline said it could be

So they kissed in the grass, stirred all the dirt

The dust danced its way up from under her skirt

It sprinkled the air, swayed with the trees

How he adored her, this one he could please

He promised he would, just like in the movies

And life could be all the storyline said

Life could be all the storyline said..........

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So what do you think became of this pair

Did she wear her white dress, was there grease in his hair?

Well on that fine day in the season of plums

Her father did see them and pulled out his gun

To shoot them oh no! just like in the movie

His sweet little apple had fallen so far from the tree

and they ran for their lives the young and the brave escapees

yes in the end, they did marry

and their lives could be all the storyline said

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