Calvados

[Verse 1] There's an old cart horse with a wiry mane Pulls a cart along a country lane Been rolling since before the break of day Tending the orchard, stacking up the hay [Verse 2] The 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... [Chorus] And the apples will grow And into barrels will roll Soon to become liquid gold And the Calvados will flow [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] She takes down the bottle, takes down the glass And pours herself a tiny splash Of the serum from the ancient sacred orchard's soil Perfumed with the product of their blood, sweat, and toil, and so... [Chorus] The apples will grow The barrels will roll Soon to become liquid gold The Calvados will flow [Chorus] And the apples will grow And into barrels will roll Soon to become liquid gold The Calvados will flow