Текст песни Pressing Flowers

http://lyricstranslate.com Meet me in the garden where the weeds grow tall Down by the gate I got a secret that I might tell It'll give me away Ooo whatever you do Ooo keep it with you Meet me on the back porch where ivy climbs We'll sit on the swing Soak up the color of the midday sun While the ocean sings Ooo whatever you do Ooo keep it with you You and I o we're just pressing flowers They are dying But they're ours Meet in a poem of an iron bed Wipe the dust away Meet me in the tintypes from long ago Trace the lines of my face Ooo whatever you do Ooo keep it with you Ooo whatever you do Ooo keep it with you