Dark and flaky brown and bare
Tractors humming up and down
Trees are covered in all different colours
And bending in the breeze
Lots of humming by the bees
And lots of old dead broken leaves.
No apples to fall
No apples to eat
No apples to drop at my feet
Spring is coming
Spring is near
Everyone will cheer
Apples are the greatest of the year.
Bare and lonely trees standing alone
Like skeletons in a graveyard
A few apples hanging on the trees
Rotting and moulding
The trees are highways, straight as rulers
Going on for ever, miles and miles
A few sheep wandering around with their young
Songbirds singing in the background
Mistletoe hanging, waiting for winter
A lonelysome pheasant calls for his partner
Tractors humming in the background
Lambs racing around playing tig
Geese honking and lying down to sleep zzzz.
Flocks of trees
Lambs so small
Trees so big
Lambs jumping in the air
Trees being chopped if they are dead
Lambs brown, black or white
Trees so bare
Lambs so timid
Trees stand there looking dead
Lambs are dancing in my head
Trees falling to pieces.
Lambs are playing
Hens are laying
Orchard is close to blossom
Trees are sprouting
Dead wood is mounting
Upon the muddy green grass.
Between the trees
Green, brown, beige, and grey
All sheep munching hay
Tractors humming round and round
Not the very best sound.