14.Where the Birch Trees Lean
Lyricist：Brett Sparks, Rennie Sparks
Now that there are green sprouts, pushing through dead leaves
And fat yellow jackets float on the breeze
The waves kiss the shore and the air is warm
But, birch trees are falling now that you are gone
Once we walked the crumbling cliffs where the birch trees lean
Once I kissed your apple lips high above the sea
A year ago it was since the last clover grew, under creaking
birch trees
I would wait for you, we kissed in the salt air beneath the
leaning trees
White slender branches bent to the sea
Once we walked the crumbling cliffs where the birch trees lean
Now who will kiss your apple lips under the salty sea？
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