作词 : Peter Dayton/Vicki Hearne
作曲 : Peter Dayton
The tree that from the bare air
Plucks its fruit lives forever.

All the conceits of number
Keep the air aloft. Meanwhile

The orchard that from the air
Picks out the fruit of our lives

Becomes a name for home,
An inscribing of the earth

With what lies outside the world
And is the worth of the world

For us who breathe on the word,
Fogging it up, polishing,

Navigating truth by the stars
Flung carelessly everywhere

On the ground and in the air
And into the branches where

They are caught by the motion
Of that vegetable growth. …