The Orchard

Last night we went out to the orchard in the snow

There in the constellations, a big dipper far below

We walked through the blackness, felt the endless space around

And you bent down on your knee and picked an apple from the ground

Out past the forest where the Saint Lawrence lies

We heard the cargo ships go pushing through the ice

You turned when we heard them, your breath hung in the air

And you said, "Just 'cause we can't see them doesn't mean that they're not there

But I'm not afraid of what I can't see

Don't need a reason, don't need to believe"

We climbed up a latter that leaned against the hay

And out in the distance saw the highway far away

The headlights all sparkled, blending into the sky above

Where the moon was coming up, and I knew that's all there was

But I'm not afraid of all that space

'Cause everything I need is written on your face

Over by the barn in the dark, we heard the geese

They carried our boots past the naked little trees

We smelled the cold bark in the air and the sweetness of

The fruit on the ground, and the wood smoke above