Come back to the orchard I'm still waiting with the maddening bloom and the gushing shade.
You remember how we met here a year ago by the dripping faucet valve my jeep was parked - I just went down to breathe a little and to settle my head to lie down a bit with the radio under the cypress tree.
Come back to the orchard...
You appeared suddenly on the path with a wreath of anemones with the swinging bag and the eyes of pimpernel flowers - you were a bit scared at the beginning and later not anymore, the radio is our witness what's is and what isn't
Come back to the orchard...
You promised to return tomorrow at the same time and I sat under the cypress with the coming of sunset - with the dripping faucet valve and the humming, with the yearning heart and the glimmers.