Fruitman — текст песни (Creatures)

old man sits in an apricot tree
he sees i and i sees he
old man sweet as the fruit he`s picking
know the rythm of natures ticking
gives a smile of tooth and metal
winks an eye like a falling petal
face a furrowed feald of life
tracks the tears of a living knife
he i love
he i know
seasons come
so fruitman go
through the crowd i enter in
see the head of virgin skin
frail the old mans hand i take
peace be with you sunday shake
sweet old man he turns to me
tries to tell me what`s to be
he don`t say no words at all
tears from him like fruit do fall
he i love
he i know
see sons that come
so fruitman go