Lyrics
As the ripe fruit falls from the bough
And how the vow of now transcends itself into the future
So my dear I call thee, to fall with me towards the grassy orchard’s floor
There may we lie, old fruits but in a fragrant spring of our own making
Forsaking, I and thou, ourselves for each other
Putting down roots to engender new growth
And casting not one mildewed glance
At the greenery of elsewhere
As the dark moon calls to the plough
We’ll cut a furrow now and set potatoes for the autumn
Next year could be a bad one, when our hard won truths become like pebbles on the shore
Pull up a chair and sit with me until the morning
I’m warning you I’m bad, won’t take no for an answer
You’d have to be mad if you’re turning me down
There’ll be no need for greed, no grief
There’ll be no hunger in this town
The wind is getting up, my lover’s cup is overflowing into the ocean
Do you have a notion, sister, take me back, yeah
The door is open a crack, take me back, sister
You and me are two of a kind
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