You can feel the softness
Of the Apple Fields
On your bare skin
Summer Dreams on Winter Nights
Wind blossoms litter the sky
Dappling the sunlight
Your hand is chilled
Mine is still warm
You can feel the softness
Of the Apple Fields
On your bare skin
Summer Dreams on Winter Nights
Wind blossoms litter the sky
Dappling the sunlight
Your hand is chilled
Mine is still warm