Blueberry Bush

By a blueberry bush I was with her
on the day that we fell in love
and the nightingale sang
´bout the love that remained
what was left of the friend he had

The girl in the Washington forest
is something I can´t explain
oh, but I know what you mean
saying nothing is real
and puttin your hand in mine

Du du du…

And now that the daylight is over
the magical moon stands still
by the blueberry bush
in my mind it´s too much
I´ll never forget you girl

Du du du…