The Only Way Out Is To Go

Lovers, Forget Your Love And List To The Love Of These She A Window Flower And He A Winter Breeze.

For I Have Had Too Much Of Apple-picking:i Am Overtired Of The Great Harvest I Myself Desired.

Leaves And Bark, Leaves And Bark, To Lean Against And Hear In The Dark. Petals I May Have Once Pursued. Leaves Are All My Darker Mood.

Come Grow Old With Me, For The Best Is Yet To Come!

It's Hard To Get Into This World And Hard To Get Out Of It, And What's In Between Doesn't Make Much Sense.