We're dug up from the past
The soil never settles
The wind blows hard and fast
The rain beats down on flower pedals
Like you and me
My melancholy love
Two met in the garden
Beneath the apple tree
Their hearts pure and perfect
Went wrong suddenly
In you and me
My melancholy love
We can't end it now
Let's drink the wine and break the bread
For better or for worse
So when we lay our heads
With faith we'll be fine
My melancholy love
I see greener pastures and bluer skies
For you and I