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it's got a weave that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see its knitted face
It takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet sweater o' mine
Sweet love of mine
it's got threads of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those woven lines
And see an ounce of pain
Its embrace reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a sweater I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet sweater o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet sweater o' mine