Artist - Gareth Gates
Album - Go Your Own Way
Lyrics - All Cried Out
Old man sits in apricot tree He sees I and I sees he Old man sweet as the fruit he's picking Knows the rhythm of nature's ticking
Give a smile of tooth and metal Winks an eye like a falling petal Face a furrowed field of life Tracks the years of the living knife
He I love He I know Seasons come So fruitman go
Through the crowd I enter in See the head of virgin skin Frail the old man's hands I take Peace be with you Sunday shake
Sweet old man he turns to me Tries to tell me what's to be He don't say no words at all Tears from him like fruit do fall
He I love He I know See sons come So fruitman go
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