Picking Blueberries

Upon the mountains, where I live
I have a sofa made of bricks
I carried up there, when it was snowing,
when it rained.
I built a house there under the trees
caught a sparrow and set it free
It's up to me, what I do here, what I don't.

I've been picking blueberries all night long
I've been picking blueberries all alone
If you were here, my dear on your own
You would realize everything
Everything you could want, everything's here
Don't you know, I live on the Blueberry Hill
Everything you could think of
Everything's real
Don't you know, I am from the Blueberry Hill

Upon the mountains, where I stay
I have a garden
wouldn't say that it could be true
when all the flowers, they're just like you
I have a sofa made of bricks,
broken clocks I haven't fixed,
but my fingertips and lips, they are blue.

I've been picking blueberries all night long
I've been picking blueberries all alone
You are were, my dear on your own
You would realize everything...