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I have an old friend that is under palliative care battling cancer. He has been writing poems and I have been writing songs for them. We have 3. Here is one

Orchard (Family)

When our girls were born

We planted a tree

Now they’re all gone ya  

They’re scattered likes leaves

the trees are still here

And so are we

We planted an orchard

On Orchard Street

The leaves are all falling

Except on the apple tree

The leaves are all falling

The leaves are all falling

Ah the folks 

who settled this land

I think they’d be proud of our orchard

I couldn't be prouder from what it has grown

Makes me cry when I see 

Makes me cry when I see

When our girls were born

We planted a tree

Now they’re all gone ya  

They’re scattered likes leaves

the trees are still here

And so are we

We planted an orchard

On Orchard Street

When the kids were long grown

And scattered likes leaves

the trees are still here

And so are we

Well we planted an orchard

On Orchard Street

Ya we planted an orchard

We planted an orchard

On Orchard Street

Ya we planted an orchard

The folks 

who settled this land

I think they’d be proud of the orchard we made

The folks 

who settled this land

I think they’d be proud of the orchard we made

I couldn't be prouder

I couldn't be prouder