Of all fruits in God's garden
I like the peaches best
Ripe, green or slightly hardened
Their taste is angel blessed
Their golden, dewy cover
So velvety to touch
Like garment of a lover
I'm hungering to touch
With cares of day descending
I know my rescue lies
Caressing and depending
On joy in peach disguise
Of all fruits in God's garden
I like the peaches best
Ripe, green or slightly hardened
Their taste is angel blessed.
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