Fruit Tree (1st Sound Techniques Session, March / 1968)

Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound

It can never flourish 'til its stalk is in the ground

So men of fame can never find a way

'Til time has flown far from their dying day

Forgotten while you're here, but remembered for a while

A much updated ruin from a much outdated style

Life is but a memory that happened long ago

A theatre full of sadness for a long forgotten show

Seems so easy just to let it go on by

'Til you stop to wonder why you never wondered why

Safe in the womb of an everlasting night

You find the darkness can give the brightest light

Safe in your place deep in the earth

That's when they'll know what you were really worth

Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while

A much updated ruin from a much outdated style

Fruit tree, fruit tree

No one knows you but the rain and the air

Don't you worry, they'll stand and stare when you're gone

Fruit tree, fruit tree

Open your eyes to another year

They'll all know that you were here when you're gone