The Creatures - Fruitman lyrics

He sees I and I sees he

Old man sweet as the fruit he's picking

Knows the rhythm of nature's ticking

Give a smile of tooth and metal

Winks an eye like a falling petal

Face a furrowed field of life

Tracks the years of the living knife

He I love

He I know

Seasons come

So fruitman go

Through the crowd I enter in

See the head of virgin skin

Frail the old man's hands I take

Peace be with you Sunday shake

Sweet old man he turns to me

Tries to tell me what's to be

He don't say no words at all

Tears from him like fruit do fall

He I love

He I know

See sons come

So fruitman go