Home Remedy

I guess it's high time I wrote you a love song
 I can't explain why it's been taking me so long
 Except you fit into my life just like a key into a lock
 And I guess it just didn't seem quite right
 To say that in some kind of fancy talk
 So I will try
 To make this plain
 You are my summer breeze
 You are my cherry tree
 You are my heart and my soul's ease
 For all my maladies
 You're my home remedy
 You are my heart and my soul's ease
 Sweet as a blackberry warmed by the sun
 And as sweet as the sound of the sea
 Or the way Billie Holiday sings
 "Darling... darling..."
 You are my summer breeze
 You are my cherry tree
 You are my heart and my soul's ease
 For all my maladies
 You're my home remedy
 You are my heart and my soul's ease