Apple Cider Kinda Love

[Intro — warm acoustic guitar, light piano, playful fiddle] I don't need roses from Paris, Don't need diamonds from above. Child, I'm sixteen— I ain't qualified For that complicated love. [Verse 1] Give me Friday at the county fair, October after dark, Two hot ciders in our mittened hands, And somewhere we can park. Not park like that— Good Lord! Mama, please don't change the song. I meant somewhere with a pretty view Where we can talk too long. Give me someone who likes horses, Or at least ain't scared of mine, Who'll walk beside me through the orchard And pretend the apples taste like wine. [Pre-Chorus] I don't need a prince on horseback. I've already got the horse. Just give me someone sweet enough To let things take their course. [Chorus] I want an apple-cider kinda love, Warm hands on a chilly night, Cinnamon upon yer lips And me sweater fitting you just right. Little sweet, little tart, Little messy when it spills, The kinda love that takes its time Like autumn through the hills. No forever carved in stone. No stars alignin' up above. Just hold me hand and make me laugh— Apple-cider kinda love. [Verse 2] He don't have to write me poetry. I'd probably tease him if he tried. But remember how I take me coffee And which trail I like to ride. Don't tell me I look beautiful Only when I've done me hair. Tell me when it's full of leaves And there's a twig stuck somewhere there. And if Billy starts his questions, Please don't run. That's how they win. Just look him squarely in the eye And ask what business it is of his. [spoken] Actually... Maybe don't do that. I kinda like ya alive. [Chorus] I want an apple-cider kinda love, Cold cheeks, warm café, Sharing one cider doughnut Then regretting that we didn't buy eight. Little sweet, little tart, Nothing polished, nothing grand, Just somebody walking close enough Our mittens bump our hands. No forever carved in stone. We're much too young for all that stuff. Just kiss me cheek before ya leave— Apple-cider kinda love. [Bridge — piano and soft fiddle] Maybe someday love gets bigger. Maybe someday I'll understand All those songs about forever And gold rings on someone's hand. But right now forever's frightening. Next June feels far enough. So don't promise me a lifetime, child. Promise Saturday at lunch. And if Saturday goes nicely, Maybe Sunday afternoon. One day at a time sounds plenty When yer sixteen in October Underneath a harvest moon. [Final Chorus — joyful full band] Give me apple-cider kinda love! Red leaves underneath our feet! Steal me scarf and I'll steal yours, Even though mine's warmer— [spoken] That's on you, child. Give me laughter in the orchard! Give me nowhere else to be! Let the whole world have its grand romance— This one's enough for me. No forever carved in stone. No destiny from up above. Just a Vermont boy— [pause] Or, ya know... Someone. [quickly] Mama, don't. With an apple-cider kinda love. [Outro — acoustic guitar] Two hot ciders. One warm scarf. One boy who makes me grin. And three Quinn men at home... [pause] Right. Maybe we should meet at his place.