I saw a Berkeley woman sittin' in her rockin chair,
A dulcimer in her lap, a feather in her hair,
Her breasts swayed freely,
With the rhythm of the rockin' chair,
She was a sittin' and a singin' and a swayin,
Her cheeks were red I declare,
(verse 2)
Twas hard to believe what my eyes showed me then,
The color in her cheeks was just her natural skin,
She wore no makeup,
To make her look that way,
She was a natural mama with the red cheeks,
What more can I say,
(verse 3)
Well, I fin'ly realized there was hunger in my stare,
In my mind I was swayin' with the woman in the rockin' chair,
But the lady I was livin' with,
Was standin' right by my side,
She saw my stare and she saw the hunger,
And Lord it made her cry,
(verse 4)
Except a woman is the sweetest fruit,
That God ever put on the vine,
I'd no more love just one kind of woman,
Than drink only one kind of wine,
Well, a woman is the sweetest fruit,
That God ever put on the vine,
I'd no more love just one kind of woman,
Than drink only one kind of wine,