Snow Cherries From France
Tori Amos Lyrics
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Not share his bike
Oh, but he let me go sailing
I swore that I
Could survive any storm
Oh then he let me go
"Can you launch rockets from here?"
Right over my head
And when I promised my hand
He promised me back
Snow cherries from France
All that summer
We traveled the world
Never leaving his own back garden
Girls, I didn't know
Just what it could be
Oh, but he let me go sailing
You question me
"Can you ride anything?"
Lord, do you mean like your mood swings
Invaders and traders with
The best intentions
May convince you to go
"They look like pirates from here"
Boy, I've been one for years
Just keeping my head
And when I promised my hand
You promised me back
Snow cherries from France
And then one day he said
"Girl it's been nice
Oh, but I have to go sailing"
With cinnamon lips
That did not match his eyes
Oh then he let me go
The lyrics to Tori Amos's "Snow Cherries From France" portray a poetic story of a woman who reminisces about a past lover. The opening lyrics talk about a boy who would not share his bike but who allowed her to go sailing. She trusted that she could withstand any hurricane as long as he was by her side. She muses over our capability to launch rockets from this spot, and he confesses that they have done it for years. They travel the world but never leave his garden. He promises her Snow Cherries from France if she gives her hand to him, and they experience a dreamlike summer together. The girl confesses that she did not expect what occurred, but he showed her a magical time by allowing her to go sailing.
The song's verses transport the listener from one memory to another, building on each other until the bridge, where Tori fosters a deeper message. She sings, "You question me, can you ride anything. Lord, do you mean like your mood swings. Invaders and traders with the best intentions may convince you to go." The girl's answer is profound but truthful: she has been a pirate for years, one who keeps her head down and develops resilience when trying to conquer life's trials. The metaphor becomes a symbol of survival for what the singer's experienced in her life, and the Snow Cherries from France become an idealistic escape in such moments.
Line by Line Meaning
I knew a boy who would
Not share his bike
Oh, but he let me go sailing
I swore that I
Could survive any storm
Oh then he let me go
I knew a boy who was selfish and didn't share his things but he was kind enough to take me out sailing. I thought I could handle anything with him but he eventually let me go.
"Can you launch rockets from here?"
Boy, I've done it for years
Right over my head
And when I promised my hand
He promised me back
Snow cherries from France
When asked if I'm capable of launching rockets, I sarcastically respond that I've been doing it for years, even above my head. The promise he made me was like the rare, exotic snow cherries found only in France.
All that summer
We traveled the world
Never leaving his own back garden
Girls, I didn't know
Just what it could be
Oh, but he let me go sailing
During that summer, we went on many adventures, but all within the confines of his backyard. I didn't understand the depth of our relationship, but he still took me out on his boat.
You question me,
"Can you ride anything?"
Lord, do you mean like your mood swings
Invaders and traders with
The best intentions
May convince you to go
"They look like pirates from here"
Boy, I've been one for years
Just keeping my head
And when I promised my hand
You promised me back
Snow cherries from France
When asked if I can handle anything, I joke that he means like his unpredictable emotions. People who seem innocent may lead you astray, like pirates. But I know how to survive that, as I've been doing it for years. He also promised me rare, exotic things (like snow cherries from France) in return for my love.
And then one day he said
"Girl it's been nice,
Oh, but I have to go sailing"
With cinnamon lips
That did not match his eyes
Oh then he let me go
One day, he told me that he had enjoyed our time together, but he had to leave on his boat. His lips tasted of cinnamon but were different from what I had come to expect from him. Then he let me go, ending our relationship.
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Tori Amos
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