Track Insight / Lyrics
Mist hangs heavy, orchard sleeps,
Golden apples, autumn keeps.
Picking slowly, fingers numb,
Another season overcome.
Sun bleeds out, a fading grace,
Shadows lengthen on my face.
Each fruit cradled, cool and bright,
Holding summer's dying light.
Branches burdened, bending low,
Where the hidden blossoms grow.
Smell of cider, crisp and deep,
Secrets that the old trees keep.
Golden static in the air,
Lost in moments beyond compare.
Every apple, a whispered plea,
Remembering what used to be.
Ladder creaks, a mournful sound,
As the fruit descends to ground.
One by one, they softly fall,
Answering autumn's gentle call.
Wind is rising, cold and free,
Ruffling leaves for all to see.
Hands are aching, muscles strain,
Harvest finished, easing pain.
Golden static in the air,
Lost in moments beyond compare.
Every apple, a whispered plea,
Remembering what used to be.
Empty baskets, row on row,
Winter's coming, soft as snow.
Ghost of laughter, faint and low,
Where the summer used to glow.
Darkness gathers, stars ignite,
A lonely beacon in the night.
One last apple, in my hold,
A story whispered, growing old.
Golden static in the air,
Lost in moments beyond compare.
Every apple, a whispered plea,
Remembering what used to be.
Mist descends, a silent shroud,
Orchard sleeps, beyond the cloud.
Golden silence, soft and deep,
Autumn's secrets, safely keep.
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