The gentle blossoms born of the apple tree
Have a place to be in their season
And every meadowlark winging through the dark
Knows beyond that yonder hill is home But is a
man to ever wander
In search of a reason
To ever walk the shoreless sea
And then like blossoms born of the apple tree
He may find his place and his reason
But till that distant day he will stand apart
Knowing in his heart there's a lonely season
But is a man to ever wander In search of a reason
To ever walk the shoreless sea Till the touch of love sets him free
But till that distant day he will stand apart
Knowing in his heart there's a lonely season
Knowing in his heart there's a lonely season