Folk song,

you lost your sparkle at the fair,

apple, cherry, blackthorn, pear

watched every petal disappear

among the glamour and the glare

and dodgem cars and flying chairs

and candy floss and dancing bears,

the goldfish and the silverware.

apple, cherry, blackthorn, pear

Glitz and glitter in the air

but blossom neither here or there.

apple, cherry, blackthorn, pear

The woods beyond was sparse and spare,

the branches empty-handed, bare,

no glint of blossom anywhere.

apple, cherry, blackthorn, pear

You walked the planet for a year,

slept in the jaws of winter's snare,

knelt at a campfire like a prayer.

apple, cherry, blackthorn, pear

Then woke one morning in a rare

illuminated atmosphere.

The trees wore flowers in their hair,

and on the hill you stopped to stare

at blackthorn, apple, cherry, pear,

as blossom blossomed everywhere

and everywhere and everywhere

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