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Under the evening stars i walk
the smell of cool, damp earth beneath my feet
on a summer night, in the orchard
My car is parked down, side of the road
over the mountains, the red moon glows
soon the summer will be over, in the orchard
Iand've been to this place so many times
down roads and rows of dreams in my mind
iand'm walking through the trees, in the orchard
Still i see it, when i close my eyes
when sleepand's about to come after a restless night
i go there in my dreams, back to the orchard
The seasons of my lofe, i watched them pass
the blossomes of spring fall, leaving only winterand's naked branch
i remember you and me, in the orchard
As the days of youth, slip farther from my grasp
still it haunts me, like a song i cant forget
and now frost covers the ground, in the orchard
And when the spark of life is almost gone
the seasons slow then stop, and iand'll see spring no more
it calls me into forever, in the orchard
The seasons of my life, i watch them pass
the blossomes of spring fall, leaving only winterand's naked branch;
into forever...
in the orchard
Tiger Army
In the orchard
In the orchard
Under the evening stars i walk
the smell of cool, damp earth beneath my feet
on a summer night, in the orchard
My car is parked down, side of the road
over the mountains, the red moon glows
soon the summer will be over, in the orchard
Iand've been to this place so many times
down roads and rows of dreams in my mind
iand'm walking through the trees, in the orchard
Still i see it, when i close my eyes
when sleepand's about to come after a restless night
i go there in my dreams, back to the orchard
The seasons of my lofe, i watched them pass
the blossomes of spring fall, leaving only winterand's naked branch
i remember you and me, in the orchard
As the days of youth, slip farther from my grasp
still it haunts me, like a song i cant forget
and now frost covers the ground, in the orchard
And when the spark of life is almost gone
the seasons slow then stop, and iand'll see spring no more
it calls me into forever, in the orchard
The seasons of my life, i watch them pass
the blossomes of spring fall, leaving only winterand's naked branch;
into forever...
in the orchard
