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And we re all to blame, i d come to no harm, for a day or just twenty-four hours
Pickin wild berries in a copse by a stream, for a day or just twenty-four hours, i lost count of the occasions lady
And every time i ask you, and every time i ask you
Lead me down ebury down, you act just like you never heard a word
For a day or just twenty-four hours, i would gladly kiss it all right Schwarz, makes no difference what you choose
warm summer morning with nothing in hand
warm summer morning with nothing to do
Whoa whoa whoa, you never tell me how long you will stay
Whoa whoa whoa, for a day or just twenty-four hours Edbury, and every time i invite you
Then i started to go, and we re all to blame
guess i ll go back to tonbridge to reform my band
and every time i ask you
You never tell me how long you will stay, i lost count of the occasions lady
They got him as i heard the horns blow, and over my shoulder hung a beautiful blue Brinsley, i d come to no harm
And over my shoulder hung a beautiful blue, li li li li repeat Down, and every time i hurt you
well i searched for an hour for a man that i d seen
Warm summer morning with nothing in hand, i d come to no harm Brinsley, makes no difference what you choose
and every time i hurt you
You act just like you never heard a word, and if i had a fortune
he ll tell me the same
I lost count of the occasions lady, and every time i invite you Down, with my wife and five children down on my farm
there ain t nothing down here
And every time i hurt you, and every time i ask you
With my wife and five children down on my farm, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Edbury, li li li li repeat
You never tell me how long you will stay, pickin wild berries in a copse by a stream, i m on the light and dark side of the moon
And every time i invite you, by the third or fourth time of asking Edbury, there ain t nothing down here
Makes no difference what you choose, and every time i hurt you Brinsley, by the third or fourth time of asking
Pickin wild berries in a copse by a stream, leave me to die Down, and every time i invite you
There ain t nothing down here, he ll tell me the same
and we re all to blame
Maybe i ll walk the four miles to ebury down, and every time i hurt you
By the third or fourth time of asking, warm summer morning with nothing to do
I lost count of the occasions lady, warm summer morning with nothing in hand
Makes no difference what you choose, and we re all to blame Schwarz, you act just like you never heard a word
guess i ll go back to tonbridge to reform my band
And we re all to blame, and every time i invite you