Verse 1

I could win a county fair with one hand tied behind me

But I lost my whole sentence when you asked me for the time

You had a paper sack of pears and rain caught in your hair

I said, “Those look like trouble,” and you said, “They’re mostly ripe”

Verse 2

We walked the long way past the feed store, talking like old friends

You knew how to mend a fence; I knew a dozen bad jokes

I told you I was fine alone, then watched you peel a pear

And thought, well, there goes that plan; I’ll have to make another

Chorus

Mm-ba da, mm-ba da, I found you by chance

Mm-ba da, mm-ba da, now give me this dance

Your laugh got tangled up in mine, and neither one got free

Mm-ba da, mm-ba da, come wander home with me

Verse 3

You came back Tuesday with a jar of preserves you made