Apples in orchards

Apples in orchards crashing like snowflakes to the ground,

They fall into the baskets to be eaten now.

They have ripened and at last we can taste their juices;

This fruit of the loom brings pleasure to our mouths.

 

 

Vineyards drunk dry by drunken Mediterranean’s,

Create a wine so divine, you would swear it was a God send.

There is no end of pleasure to be found in this land of ours;

Sip the wine and spit it out and then while away the hours.

 

 

Summer shines upon us, as we are drunk in love;

We have tasted her, we are with her and she is the one.

The one who brings us happiness when all else is dark.

She brings us the warmth we crave; she is euphoria for the heart.

 

 

Dance for your lover and take off your clothes

And you will see the smile on their face.

Love each other truly and who knows,

You could grow apples in your orchard and savour the taste.

 

 

Love is your apple and your life is your orchard;

It takes two to grow an apple, so come on now don’t be a dullard.

Smother them in love and your orchard will grow

And at last you will have a place you can feel at home.

 

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