This orchard in which I've toiled, year after year what little fruit grew spoiled, its had sunshine, earth and water. I have no where to go and no where to eat, this orchard was handed down to me, I've heard it was once satisfactory, but I was born on these plains, into wedlock and chains, every heir must inherit, the burden of this barren mountain of limbs. Just as well I should be on my way, I see know point to stay, gather some branches to burn, to keep warm at night, in the morning I'll bid my orchard goodbye. A dry sense of hopelessness put me to sleep and on my slumber he came to me, I arose to his presence and he welcomed me, for so long you've given everything, and found nothing in return, open your eyes bd you will see, thousands of peaches are dangling, rise to the sun and begin your harvest, all it ever needed was me! No sunshine, or sweat can synthesize love, no soil or toil will do. I reached out my arms for him, and in our embrace I told him, it must be. You, it must be you, never have I or this place seen love that is true, and darling it must be you.