Sta.sh
I went down to the orchard
and I shook the apple tree.
I went down to the orchard
and I shook the apple tree.
But it was the dead of winter,
no fruit came down for me.
I remember when the winter
would come and it would go.
I remember when the winter
would come and it would go.
But it hangs around my house now,
like it does not have a home.
No bare feet in the daytime,
no kind word on the street.
No bare feet in the daytime,
no kind word on the street.
I exchange those chilly glances
with everyone I meet.
Could I even face the springtime
if it should come one day?
Could I even face the springtime
if it should come one day?
It might be knocking at my door
and I would tell it, "Go away."
I need a real good woman,
like I used to have with me.
I need a real good woman,
like I used to have with me.
She would take me to the orchard,
give me fruit right off the tree.
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Very cool imagery to feeling.
taking fruit from women off trees.
Racing 'round my old oak trees
Yes, I'm sick of all those squirrels
Racing 'round my old oak trees
They're thinking that it's spring
But it's only February.
The snow don't ever fall
and that's all right with me.
Yeah, the snow don't ever fall,
and it's quite all right with me.
But the ski slope operators
have freakish misery.