One day all of us will work

We'll stand outside this orchard and we'll talk

When all is said all is done

We'll still be thinking about home



They say that love might be the very thing

If only it could be

And making love is more than anything

And all these thing like buildings

And faces

And memories

And places

Don't count for anything



I'll gladly draw the lines of duty

Watching summer turn to gold

She's not content with responsibility

She wants to have and then to hold



They say that love might be the very thing

If only it could be

And making love is more than anything

And all these thing like buildings

And faces

And memories

And places

Don't count for anything



One day all of us will work

One day all of us will work

One day all of us will work