Текст песни Creatures, The -  Fruitman   
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Old man sits in an apricot tree 
He sees I and I sees he 
Old man sweet as the fruit he`s picking 
Knows the rhythm of nature`s ticking 
 
Gives a smile of tooth and metal 
Winks an eye like a falling petal 
Face a furrowed field of life tracks 
The years of the living knife  
 
He I love, he I know 
Seasons come, so fruitman go 
 
Through the crowd I enter in 
See the head of virgin skin 
Frail the old man`s hand I take 
Peace be with you Sunday shake 
 
Sweet old man he turns to me 
Tries to tell me what`s to be 
He don`t say no words at all 
Tears from him like fruit do fall 
 
He I love, he I know 
See sons that come, so fruitman go