Pomona

It was the spring, '73 I had busted up my knee And I couldn't play competitively Came to teach and you were there With that flyaway hair At first your beauty wasn't something I could see Pomona, no one would understand Why a former quidditch star Would love a girl with dirty hands Pomona, but your ivy climbed my walls Till they crack and fall and let the light in Till they crack and fall and let the light in It was winter '74 I was homesick and bored Stalking the grounds, knee-deep in snow You invited me in For some hot tea, then In your greenhouse where the flowers still grow And you rubbed my cold hands and your eyes met mine And I flew through all stretches of space and time When you poured us the tea I could see through the steam You were smiling She's got magic Pomona, no one would understand Why a former quidditch star Would love a girl with dirty hands Pomona, but your ivy climbed my walls Till they crack and fall and let the light in She's got magic hands She's got magic It was spring '75 We were together all the time In your greenhouse or my tower room You gave me asphodel vines And each time they died You'd always bring them back in bloom Pomona, no one could understand Why a former quidditch star Would love a girl with dirty hands Pomona, but your ivy climbed my walls Till they crack and fall and let the light in Till they crack and fall and let the light in