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Freshest Fruits


Freshest fruits are the most sweet
The first bite has the most flavour
The first apple on the tree
A sensation that you savour
The first glimpse in the distance
To the lasting kiss goodbye
Every minute every hour
Like an ever lasting sigh

It's like a harvest for the senses
Or a feast to feed your soul
A hundred million different colours
In an extravagant design

In a month or maybe two
Things will never be the same
But a month or maybe two
Seems an eternity away

You want to shout it from the roof tops
Talk to strangers on the street
That you've finally found someone
To make your life complete

I'll never look at you and wonder
What the future might have been
I'll never let my spirit wander
Where the grass is fresh and green

(Intrumental)

This is my promise to you
This it the promise I'll keep

I'll never look at you and wonder
What the future might have been
I'll never let my spirit wander
Where the grass is fresh and green

I'll never look at you and wonder
What the future might have been
I'll never let my spirit wander
Where the grass is fresh and green