Lyrics

She loves the smell of apple trees
In the autumn sun
The sour taste of almost there
The promise on her tongue
She grew up in these branches
Climbing on these limbs
Willing to take chances
And feel life's bruises on her skin
The growing's never over
When harvest time begins

He likes to take her walking
Knowing that he can
Feel the pulse of almost there
In the holding of her hand
She lets him take her school books
And shield her from the wind
And if she gets her way she'll
Learn life's lessons next to him
The growing's never over
When harvest time begins

They like to sit in coffee shops
And dream each other's dreams
The sweet taste of what's almost theirs
Closer than it seems
He reaches for her fingers
Is this the life they've spun
Doing what they've chosen
Choosing all those things they've done
The growing's never over
The harvest has begun
The growing's never over
This harvest has begun