| Under the evening stars i walk
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| The smell of cool, damp earth beneath my feet
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| On a summer night, In the Orchard
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| My car is parked down, side of the road
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| Over the mountain, a red moon glows
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| Soon the summer will be over, In the Orchard
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| I’ve been to this place so many times
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| Down roads and rows of dreams in my mind
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| I’m walking through the trees, In the Orchard
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| Still I see it, when I close my eyes
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| When sleep’s about to come after a restless night
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| I go there in my dreams, Back to the Orchard
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| The seasons of my life, I watched them pass
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| The blossoms of spring fall, leaving only winter’s naked branch
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| I remember you and me, In the Orchard
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| As the days of youth, slip farther from my grasp
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| Still it haunts me, like a song i can’t forget
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| And now frost covers the ground, In the Orchard
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| And when the spark of life is almost gone
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| The seasons slow then stop, and I’ll see spring no more
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| It calls me into forever, In the Orchard
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| The seasons of my life, I watch them pass
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| The blossoms
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| Of spring fall, leaving only winter’s naked branch;
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| Into forever…
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| In the Orchard |