Fruitman Lyrics - The Creatures

Fruitman
Old man sits in an apricot treeHe sees I and I sees heOld man sweet as the fruit he's pickingKnows the rhythm of nature's tickingGives a smile of tooth and metalWinks an eye like a falling petalFace a furrowed field of life tracksThe years of the living knifeHe I love, he I knowSeasons come, so fruitman goThrough the crowd I enter inSee the head of virgin skinFrail the old man's hand I takePeace be with you Sunday shakeSweet old man he turns to meTries to tell me what's to beHe don't say no words at allTears from him like fruit do fallHe I love, he I knowSee sons that come, so fruitman go