you were the coalnshe was the firenthat warmed your skinnand all withinnmemories to holdnher trembling fingersnheld all they'd knownnas she went onnnoh, sweet orchardnshade the growing lightnholding softly to my weary eyesnnthousands of allnhunger insidenthese withering eyesntoo tired to cryna face, hiding so silentlynburns to knownthe love that grows herennoh, sweet orchardnlet forgiving strands of lightnbreak my silencenburn the nightnoh, sweet watersnflow with love for me insidencast me quietly unto morning's lightnnoh, burn through the night, burnnoh, love burn through the night