Transcribed from an archived radio program: Minnesota Public Radio's Morning Show, Thursday, November 18, 2004. Click here to play. The song begins 2 hours 47 minutes and 00 seconds from the beginning of the program.

FORSYTHIA
"A love song written in 7/4 time, being sung alternately by a baker and a gardener."
(Lou and Peter Berryman)

LOU: You are my sweet forsythia.
I love to linger with ya.
You are my pink geranium.
I like to kiss your cranium.
And goodness knows,
You are my rose.

PETER: You are my herb focaccia.
I could just sit and watch ya.
You are my chocolate nougat flan
With bits of marble marzipan.
I can't deny
You're my peach pie.

LOU: You are my gilded marigold
With eyes of green and hair o' gold.
You are my main magnolia.
When you're sad, I'll console ya
And burn my socks,
But you're my phlox.

PETER: You are my plum cannoli torte,
And, I am happy to report,
You are my mocha macaroon.
I'd wait for half the afternoon
To tell the gang
You're my meringue.

LOU: You are the dear wisteria
I'd follow through Siberia.
You are the one japonica
I'd give my best harmonica,
And it's a strech,
But you're my vetch.

PETER: You are the butter lemon ring
I'd treasure more than anything,
And if I may be very blunt,
You are my maple berry bundt,
And by the way,
You're my parfait.

LOU: You are my boutonniere of blue.
PETER: You are my salt and short'ning too.
LOU: You're my corsage and my silk.
PETER: My baking soda and my milk,
My cup of flour.
LOU: My garlic flower.
BOTH: You are my {flour/flower}.

[Recorded by Peter & Lou Berryman on "The Pink One," Cornbelt CD #14, 2003.]