From the recording Horse and Rider
Tim Kochanski- guitar, vocals
Ricardo Ortiz- bass
Jesse Wallace- drums
Matt Brundrett- drums
Jason Samiaggio- flute
Lyrics
The Finest Fruit
Tk – 3/15–3/16/00
Ain’t nothin’ sweeter than a peach
Warmed by the sun,
Sugared and soft.
Though the Lord does plant the seed,
It is this Spring that has nurtured a bloom
That bears the finest fruit.
Hung just out of reach,
Dangling far out on the longest branch —
May the winds... may the winds have their chance.
Ain’t nothin’ sweeter than a peach
Fallen to soft summer grass.
It takes a roll and lands,
Stem up, against my feet —
An invitation to recline for a while,
To study the sky.
I R.S.V.P.,
Sprawl about the cool green floor,
And worry... worry no more.