The Crooked Apple Tree

[Chorus] That summer sun on my face Climbing up to that old place Twelve years old, a world untold In grandma's yard, brave and bold Rough bark scratching, keys a-jingle A secret moment, heart a-tingle Childhood fading, a whisper light Gone too soon, into the night. [Verse] Cracked leather shoes left by the door Barefoot boy next door, I saw Kicking a tin can, a dusty sound Sweat on his shirt, on hallowed ground The sheets on the line, a ghostly white Flapping whispers in the fading light I held my breath, a silent plea For this moment to stay with me. [Pre-Chorus] Cicadas hummed a sleepy tune Beneath the hazy afternoon I felt a shift, a subtle change Beyond what I could yet arrange. [Chorus] That summer sun on my face Climbing up to that old place Twelve years old, a world untold In grandma's yard, brave and bold Rough bark scratching, keys a-jingle A secret moment, heart a-tingle Childhood fading, a whisper light Gone too soon, into the night. [Verse] The apple tree, a crooked friend Its branches reaching without end I found a perch, a leafy throne Watching the world I'd always known From this high view, a different scene Where innocence had always been But now a shadow starts to creep Secrets the summer air would keep. [Bridge] The air grew still, the chirping ceased A sudden quiet, peace released Like a breath held, then let go slow The end of summer, don't you know? That feeling hits, profound and deep Promises the heart can't keep. [Chorus] That summer sun on my face Climbing up to that old place Twelve years old, a world untold In grandma's yard, brave and bold Rough bark scratching, keys a-jingle A secret moment, heart a-tingle Childhood fading, a whisper light Gone too soon, into the night.