Apple of His Eye
๐ต 565 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:43 duration
๐ ID: 12216294
๐ Lyrics
The old man took one final sip, then lay a drinker's dream
From dusty vaults to autumn sun in ripe and rolling green
Spangled bronze and coral red, all crown a pungent sky
His harvest bleeds from noble trees and a thousand ripples fly
Sweet summer sun
Those drops of labour run
And shine,
Like the apple of his eye
For days and weeks, in blistering heat
These fruits will bruise and sigh
Orchard love and cider blood
Will drink the season dry
These presses grind, they creak and crush
One vat for every day
Fever burns and barrels churn
Ferment the words she laid
From dusty vaults to autumn sun in ripe and rolling green
Spangled bronze and coral red, all crown a pungent sky
His harvest bleeds from noble trees and a thousand ripples fly
Sweet summer sun
Those drops of labour run
And shine,
Like the apple of his eye
For days and weeks, in blistering heat
These fruits will bruise and sigh
Orchard love and cider blood
Will drink the season dry
These presses grind, they creak and crush
One vat for every day
Fever burns and barrels churn
Ferment the words she laid
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.30] The old man took one final sip, then lay a drinker's dream
[00:26.56] From dusty vaults to autumn sun in ripe and rolling green
[00:41.03] Spangled bronze and coral red, all crown a pungent sky
[00:53.66] His harvest bleeds from noble trees and a thousand ripples fly
[01:09.02] Sweet summer sun
[01:16.85] Those drops of labour run
[01:19.65] And shine,
[01:21.88] Like the apple of his eye
[01:29.37] For days and weeks, in blistering heat
[01:34.26] These fruits will bruise and sigh
[01:42.07] Orchard love and cider blood
[01:48.66] Will drink the season dry
[01:53.99]
[01:56.42] These presses grind, they creak and crush
[02:01.81] One vat for every day
[02:08.15] Fever burns and barrels churn
[02:13.95] Ferment the words she laid
[03:43.88]
[00:26.56] From dusty vaults to autumn sun in ripe and rolling green
[00:41.03] Spangled bronze and coral red, all crown a pungent sky
[00:53.66] His harvest bleeds from noble trees and a thousand ripples fly
[01:09.02] Sweet summer sun
[01:16.85] Those drops of labour run
[01:19.65] And shine,
[01:21.88] Like the apple of his eye
[01:29.37] For days and weeks, in blistering heat
[01:34.26] These fruits will bruise and sigh
[01:42.07] Orchard love and cider blood
[01:48.66] Will drink the season dry
[01:53.99]
[01:56.42] These presses grind, they creak and crush
[02:01.81] One vat for every day
[02:08.15] Fever burns and barrels churn
[02:13.95] Ferment the words she laid
[03:43.88]