I don’t know how to even get you there.
Don’t really know you, but it seems so unfair.
But if I could have your smile just one night—
a single, solitary, everlasting night.
You could call me the pilot light that would
heat the chill way deep inside your stove,
way far away
down at Cherry Grove.
Take me to the place inside my dreams
at Cherry Grove.
Lead me to the time of our life
at Cherry Grove.
Just one more thing that I need to know:
Will you want to go?
I will help you to believe a dream,
a reverie to see—
at Cherry Grove.