[Verse 1] You left a paper cup beside the gate Red juice running through the Sunday page The garden hose kept knocking at the stone While summer leaned its elbows on the road [Chorus] Meet me where the berry rows bend low Where the little white flowers come and go We can trade our names for something sweet And leave our shoes beside the county street [Verse 2] Your blue shirt caught a thorn along the seam You laughed and pulled it free like pulling weeds A tractor turned beyond the water tower We spent an hour counting every flower [Chorus] Meet me where the berry rows bend low Where the little white flowers come and go We can trade our names for something sweet And leave our shoes beside the county street [Bridge] When the basket tips, the berries roll One under the fence, one down the slope You chase the last one, I keep the gate The afternoon can take its time to wait [Chorus] Meet me where the berry rows bend low Where the little white flowers come and go We can trade our names for something sweet And leave our shoes beside the county street [Outro] Beside the gate, beside the gate The summer keeps a little of our day
