Testo di Orchard Fair

When all the leaves Are turning brown I know I'll see Them hit the ground And apricots The apple trees The peaches fruit For me and you When shorter days Pull light from me I hope you feel A certain way Lightness Lightness We'll see you there At the orchard fair The october skies The open eyes Will you hold my hand? As we walk from here For the wind is cold And winter's near When shorter days Pull the light away I'll always feel A certain way Lightness Lightness Lightness Lightness