Where does my lady lie in the orchard?
I have gone there many times
How could she love me if I am not a worker?
I've never picked an apple in my life
Who does she think of when the sun lights the sky?
As the moon begs for rest behind the trees
Surely, other suitors have caught her eye
I'm catching blues like she's casting spells on me
And I don't even know now
Skeleton bones and winding roads
Will lead me home, I only hope that you'll be there
How does she carve mountains with the slight of her touch?
Holding close, she gently stole the breeze
When all things are colossal, and will not budge
Her fragile voice is the only thing I need
And I don't even know now
Skeleton bones and winding roads
Will lead me home, I only hope that you'll be there
Fuss & Holler - Casting Spells Lyrics
Fuss & Holler - Casting Spells Lyrics
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Where does my lady lie in the orchard?
I have gone there many times
How could she love me if I am not a worker?
I've never picked an apple in my life
Who does she think of when the sun lights the sky?
As the moon begs for rest behind the trees
Surely, other suitors have caught her eye
I'm catching blues like she's casting spells on me
And I don't even know now
Skeleton bones and winding roads
Will lead me home, I only hope that you'll be there
How does she carve mountains with the slight of her touch?
Holding close, she gently stole the breeze
When all things are colossal, and will not budge
Her fragile voice is the only thing I need
And I don't even know now
Skeleton bones and winding roads
Will lead me home, I only hope that you'll be there
I have gone there many times
How could she love me if I am not a worker?
I've never picked an apple in my life
Who does she think of when the sun lights the sky?
As the moon begs for rest behind the trees
Surely, other suitors have caught her eye
I'm catching blues like she's casting spells on me
And I don't even know now
Skeleton bones and winding roads
Will lead me home, I only hope that you'll be there
How does she carve mountains with the slight of her touch?
Holding close, she gently stole the breeze
When all things are colossal, and will not budge
Her fragile voice is the only thing I need
And I don't even know now
Skeleton bones and winding roads
Will lead me home, I only hope that you'll be there
Writer: Edmund Hanson
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