APPLES FROM AN OLDER TREE is Lyrics reflecting this time of the year when we sing of Ireland and Lost Loves and The Holy Ground, and what it is to walk in a fine orchard of old apple trees....

APPLES FROM AN OLDER TREE

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Like apples from some older tree
Wind-fallin' all this love to you
All across this holy ground
That covers every seed and waits
For some sweet rain to come along
To sprout our love again
Like some sweet apple tree
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We used'ta walk this orchard ground
Together hand in hand...
We found some fields of mustard greens -
We spoke of fertile land

We thought we'd husband this kind ground
And make this olden farm our own...
We'd live on love and mustard greens
And apples - this would be our home....
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Well you were from the city, lad -
And me, I was a country miss...
You were romantic - hands all soft -
Much softer than your lovin' kiss....

We had no work - we had no way -
And had we one handfull of earth:
We could have known, that sunny day,
What we had then - what it was worth....
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For we were young and could not know
How old and frail was that fine tree
That cast its apples to our feet -
That nothin' was for you, for me...

The holy ground would cover all -
For all was leavin' - lost, dear lad...
Our love was but a windfall, dear,
Small Harvest then - and, somehow: sad....
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