Pomegranates Grow
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
There's a boy I do know
He is long and tall and has a guitar in all
Oh how I love him with that tune he plays
He has eyes like the blue sky
Dreams of stardom and fame
He came from Maine, just to be
Outside where the pomegranates grow
Said I could be the one
Oh that could make him stay
Stay in one place but those lights
Those lights shine bright
Pomegranates slowly lose there scent
He has eyes like the blue sky
Dreams of stardom and fame
He came from Maine, just to be
Outside where the pomegranates grow
So he left, sometimes he comes back
He can't look me in the eye, and I cry still
Cry for that tune, for that memory
Can't ever see pomegranates
Without seeing him in my mind.
He has eyes like the blue sky
Dreams of stardom and fame
He came from Maine, just to be
Outside where the pomegranates grow
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