Travels

I had, inside my childhood world, two trees
Side by side
The apple was my climbing tree
I'd hide among its branches
Dream and scheme alone

The cherry was unscalable
Too high
Too weak to hold me
Though birds had flown and settled in it
Claiming their own throne

But from the apple's arms
I'd always try
To make the cherry hear me
From outside

And if I ever learned to soar
I'd fly
To its black bark, white blooms
Red fruit untried

Dabe di ba daba

World within worlds
Where words can seldom reach
Whales singing, mermaids swimming
Each to each

But from the apple's arms
I'd always try
To make the cherry hear me
From outside
And if I ever learned to soar
I'd fly
To its black bark, white blooms,
Red fruit untried

Dabe di ba daba

World within worlds
Where words can seldom reach
Whales singing, mermaids swimming
Each to each

But from the apple's arms
I'd always try
To make the cherry hear me
From outside

And if I ever learned to soar
I'd fly
To its black bark, white blooms
Red fruit untried

But from the apple's arms
I'd always try
To make the cherry hear me
From outside

And if I ever learned to soar
I'd fly
I'd make my way, those other worlds to see
Still know how different it would be