歌詞

The icebox kept a secret

All day long for me

It's green outside and rose inside

And colder than the well

One knife-line and it opens up

With that sweet summer smell

The first slice is the loudest crunch

The whole yard hears the news

He fills my days with good things

Cold ones, when it counts

A watermelon in the dark

Is joy in large amounts

We spit the seeds off of the stoop

And count how far they flew

The lamb gets one polite small piece

And begs for number two

The rind rocks like a little boat

Left over from the feast

He fills my days with good things

Cold ones, when it counts

A watermelon in the dark

Is joy in large amounts

We eat down to the pale green line

Where sweetness meets its shore

The stoop is striped with happy drips

And nobody keeps score

Mmm... mmm... mmm

He fills my days with good things

Cold ones, when it counts

A watermelon in the dark

Is joy in large amounts

He fills my days with good things

Cold ones, when it counts

A watermelon in the dark

Is joy in large amounts

The icebox kept a secret

It kept it very well