Verse
Now that there are green sprouts pushing through dead leaves,
and fat yellow jackets float on the breeze,
the waves kiss the shore and the air is warm,
but birch trees are falling now that you are gone.
Once we walked the crumbling cliffs
where the birch trees lean;
Once I kissed your apple lips
high above the sea.
Interlude
Verse
A year ago it was when the last clover grew.
Under creaking birch trees I would wait for you.
We kissed in the salt air between the leaning trees,
white slender branches bent to the sea.
Once we walked the crumbling cliffs
where the birch trees lean;
now who will kiss your apple lips
under the salty sea
Outro