Apple Trees

Seven years ago

We planted seeds in a row

Talked about getting old

And watching them grow

I dreamed of orchards and blueberry fields

Back then all my dreams felt so real

I thought that I knew my heart

'Til I tore yours apart

Tore it all apart

There are two young apple trees

Standing alone in that field

Keeping watch for the deer

And listening to the loons

I can still hear them too

The fires that we made

Like the bed where we laid

Have grown cold with time

There is hardly a trace

Of the love that we made

And the life that I thought would be mine

I remember you walked all alone through the fields

In the late afternoons

Now the smell of cut grass

Brings back the past

And the man I never really knew

There are two young apple trees

Standing alone in that field

Keeping watch for the deer

And listening to the loons

I can still hear them too

I wonder why some seeds take root

Others just die

No matter how hard we try

Like those two young apple trees

Standing alone in that field

Keeping watch for the deer

And listening to the loons

I can still hear them too