Mother of spring
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Her branches cradle sleeping buds
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Yawning open
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Welcomed by an aging man
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He greets them fondly
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With memories of when
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Her boughs were arms that held him
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As a younger man together
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They would marvel
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At the birth of springtime
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[Chorus]
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Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
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Every year where they used to go walking
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And he tells her about the summer and the autumn
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The winter in his heart
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And their apple blossoms
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In summer they would dream
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Of being three and smile
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Imagining her round
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As the apples on the ground
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That fall they loved and waited
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But winter came too soon
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Before their seed could bloom
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She wilted from the chill
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and all fell cold and still
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[Chorus]
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Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
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Every year where they used to go walking
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And he tells her about the summer and the autumn
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The winter in his heart
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And their apple blossoms
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[Bridge]
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As he opened the earth to receive her
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He prayed heaven would be waiting to meet her
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He kisses her cold cheek goodbye
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But he couldn't surrender the hopes they had sired
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so in her folded hands
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He placed a seed
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From their favorite tree
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And he laid her to rest
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'neath a blanket of white
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Until they meet again in the springtime
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[Chorus]
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Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
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Every year where they used to go walking
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And from above she's always watching
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But her body lies 'neath the apple blossoms...
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Mother of the spring
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the sleeping buds she cradles
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Slowly yawn open
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Welcomed by an aging man
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He greets them fondly...
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Apple Blossom
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Esperanza Spalding |