Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look
We're either nothing or a God's regret.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
I'm always saying something that's just the edge of something more.
He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.