As the Ripe Fruit Falls
As the ripe fruit falls from the bough and how the vow of now
Transcends itself towards 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
The door is open a crack, take me back, sister
You and me are two of a kind

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