The Fruitpicker

Oh, I was a fruitpicker, once.
 Well, I picked the ripest and the taste is still sweet in my -
 I was a fruitpicker, once.
 Well, I stood arms wide,
 And held tight to all I could find -
 I was a fruitpicker, once.
 Well, I picked the ripest and the taste is still sweet in my mouth -
 The taste is still sweet in my mouth.
 Oh I was a soul-seeker, once.
 Oh, I found such harmony,
 Still it sounds sweet to my -
 I was a soul-seeker, once.
 Well, I stood aside and let fate take me for a ride -
 I was a soul-seeker, once.
 Well, I found such harmony,
 Still it sounds sweet to my ears,
 Still it sounds sweet to my ears.
 For we both were travellers, once.
 We saw such places and the memories stand clear,
 Of how we both were travellers, once.
 When I'd take your hands,
 Down the roads of our hopes and plans - When we were travellers, once.
 We saw such places
 And the memories stand clear in my mind -
 The memories stand clear in my mind.
 And I saw such starry skies, once.
 Oh, I loved the brightest and the sight is still dear to my -
 I saw such starry skies, once.
 Well, I was sore blinded and I sought to shy away -
 I saw such starry skies, once.
 Well, I loved the brightest
 And the sight is still dear to my eyes -
 The sight is still dear to my eyes.
 You know, the sight is still dear to my eyes -
 The sight is still dear to my eyes...