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Calvados - Peter Doherty
Lyrics by:Peter Doherty
Composed by:Peter Doherty
Produced by:Mike Moore
There's an old cart horse
With a wiry mane
Pulls a cart along a country lane
It's been rolling since before the break of day
Tending the Orchard
Stacking up the hay
The old farmer sits holding the reigns
Guiding the cart through Normandy lanes
Slow and steady is the way
The way it was the way it is and the way it will remain
And so
Oh the apples will grow
The barrels will roll
Soon to become liquid gold
And the Calvados will flow
In the kitchen sits the farmer's wife
Picking her teeth with a pocket knife
Her soul a mess of blues and chicken wire
She brushes the dog
Spits in the fire
Takes down the bottle takes down the glass
And pours herself a tiny splash
Of the serum from the sacred orchard's soil
Perfumed with the product of their blood and sweat and toil
And so
The apples will grow
The barrels will roll
Soon to become liquid gold
Calvados will flow
The apples still grow
The barrels will still roll
Soon to become liquid gold
And the calvados will flow