Peach, Plum, Pear Lyrics - Milk-eyed Mender - Joanna Newsom

We speak in the store 

I'm a sensitive bore 

You seem markedly more 

And I'm oozing suprise 

But it's late in the day 

And you're well on your way 

What was golden went gray 

And I'm suddenly shy 

And the gathering floozies 

Afford to be choosy 

And all sneezing darkly 

In the dimming divide 

And I have read the right book 

To interpret your look 

You were knocking me down 

With the palm of your eye 

This was unlike the story 

It was written to be 

I was riding its back 

When it used to ride me 

And we were galloping manic 

To the mouth of the source 

We were swallowing panic 

In the face of its force 

And I am blue 

I am blue and unwell 

Made me bolt like a horse 

Now it's done 

Watch it go 

You've changed some 

Water runs from the snow 

Am I so dear 

Do I run rare 

You've changed some 

Peach, plum, pear 

Peach, plum