I Would be an Orchardist
Capo III
Long ere the rooster crows from out of bed I rise
wash and comb my tousled hair and don my old disguise,
creep into my lover s room and kiss her head goodbye,
hit the road to make my living, live myself a lie.
While the sun is rising I toil and I slave,
earn enough to pay my debts and all the rest I save.
Life is not luxurious on such a meager wage,
but I ve got a dream to calm my nerves and all my fears assuage.
I d like to be in a field of green
surrounded by a livelihood of trees.
I wanna go where apples grow
with prairie grass and clover down below.
*instrumental*
Long ere the rooster crows from out of bed I rise,
fix myself a breakfast, tie my boots, and go outside,
check up on the ciderhouse and tend my growing trees,
clean out the old chicken coop and then do as I please.
I d like to be in a field of green
surrounded by a livelihood of trees.
I wanna go where apples grow
with prairie grass and clover down below.
We share a pot of coffee as we watch the rising sun,
a full day s work ahead, but it s a full day s worth of fun.
Life is so luxur ious when you re working towards a dream,
and working comes so naturally when all your time is free.
I d like to be in a field of green
surrounded by a livelihood of trees.
I wanna go where apples grow
with prairie grass and clover down below...
with prairie grass and clover down below.
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