[Verse 1]
Early on a Saturday morning,
In the cool, refreshing air,
I was peeling potatoes in the kitchen when she woke up and asked,
[Pre-Chorus 1]
“You drove all the way here late last night,
Yet you’re full of energy this morning.”
[Chorus 1]
She and I enjoy our conversation.
Perhaps that is a form of love.
It is a wonderful, irreplaceable time.
This moment is precious – it is everything.
[Verse 2]
“Well, I’m used to the drive by now,
And since it was late,
The roads were empty,” I replied.
“I got to bed by midnight,
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Unlike the city, the air here is so clean.
It feels like a waste to sleep the day away.
[Chorus 2]
She and I enjoy our conversation.
Perhaps that is a form of love.
It is a wonderful, irreplaceable time.
This moment is precious – it is everything.
[Instrumental Solo]
[Verse 3]
So I naturally wake up early,” I added.
She pointed at the potato in my hand and said with a laugh, “Did we grow that ourselves?”
It’s a micro-sized potato, isn’t it?”
[Pre-Chorus 3]
I answered, “It couldn’t be helped. I mistook them for weeds and cut off the tops before they could fully grow.
[Chorus 3]
She and I enjoy our conversation.
Perhaps that is a form of love.
It is a wonderful, irreplaceable time.
This moment is precious – it is everything.
[Bridge]
“But the taste is just the same.”
“By the way,” she asked,
“We finished all the weeding last time,
So what’s next?”
[Final Chorus]
She and I enjoy our conversation.
Perhaps that is a form of love.
It is a wonderful, irreplaceable time.
This moment is precious – it is everything.
[Outro]
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