I know this place. I’ve been here before,
Though I can’t remember when, or who
Was my companion and what
We did or didn’t do.
I know that big old apple tree
Growing by that old stone wall
With apples gone and dropping leaves
With upraised arms it greets the fall.
I’ve seen this field in winter’s rest
And in rebirth in spring.
I’ve seen the blossoms turn to fruit
While birds return to sing.
I’ve seen this place before,
And I hope I will again.
I yearn both day and night
For a place I’ve never been.