Peach Song
©1993 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on American Impressionist Songwriters and Where Blue Meets Blue.
Hey you, it's all come true;
I'm a last hope dangling,
I'm a ripe peach hanging,
And I don't want to die on the ground.
I don't want to die on the ground.
Was I bud, or was I fairy?
Didn't I bring Spring in early?
Didn't I dance, in the morning air?
This tree, the supplicant, and me the prayer?
Hey you...
Pluck this body, for your use,
Plump and soft and full of juice;
A summer's glory, the harvest's pride,
Just toss my heart of stone aside.
Hey you...