It is another pie song! A rather simple little ditty about those most precious of things, a Cherry Pie.
Best sung to the tune of Cherry Ripe, an old English folk song, below in a version by Catherine Swanson and Samuel Kopp. The Songburrow Strollers play a nice, soft version of this tune, making yer long fer a warm, comforting pie. With cherries. And custard. Perhaps even two pies? Yes, three.
Ahem! The song was first performed with lyrics during Archet Aid 2013.
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Cherry Pie
Cherry pie, cherry pie, there up high Beckons to me, come and try Cherry pie, cherry pie, there up high Bring the custard, come and tryOn the sill, cooling still, warm and precious Winks to me, it nearly leaves me breathless Was there ever a sight so fine I just know that yer have to be mine I just know that yer must be mine#
Cherry pie, cherry pie, there up high Beckons to me, come and try Cherry pie, cherry pie, there up high Bring the custard, come and try
No-one here, no-one near, calm and careful Sneak up close, 'cause cherries make me cheerful Hey! A curse from the kitchen inside Ma is shouting she'll have me hide Ma is shouting she'll have me hide
Cherry pie, cherry pie, there up high Beckons to me, come and try Cherry pie, cherry pie, there up high Bring the custard, come and try
On the sill, cooling still, warm and precious Winks to me, it nearly leaves me breathless Never was there a sight so fine After supper a slice will be mine After supper a slice is mine After supper a slice is mine