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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