The Orchard

'The Orchard' I stood here as a child and whiled away the time As innocent as spring isn't, and moral as a nursery rhyme This garden's older now but I am older still And I'm held hostage by the time I used to kill The Summer's run away, and stopped to take a chill Oh to steal a moment Oh to seal a sweeping glance Oh to feel the moment The autumn's shortened all the walls and the frontiers All the leaves can fall off trees but apples cling to stratospheres These grounds are out of bounds, to me and all my peers Now an hour cannot last a thousand years Oh to steal a moment Oh to seal a sweeping glance Oh to feel the moment The long and short of it is echoed in my face Like winter dreams of summer but they can't embrace I'm in the here and now but lost in time and space It must be something about this place