The Fruit Room Lyrics

	作曲 : Havas, Jones
	The jasmine grows
	In through the walls
	Into the fruit room
	Its perfume blows
	The lucid sun
	Before the storm
	Around the cot where
	She listens to the hush of the corn
	The mellow rhyme
	Of slow rain falls
	Before the summer storms
	Sweel round the fruit room
	And buckle the pip scattered floor
	And the breeze from the west utters
	The jasmine grows
	Slowly uncoils
	Into the summer storms
	Baskets and blades
	Hang from the walls
	Around the fruit room
	A shipwreck in an ocean of corn
	The jasmine grows
	In through the walls
	Into the fuit room
	Its perfume blows
	The lucid sun
	Before the storm
	Around the cot where
	She listens to the hush of the corn
	And the breeze from the west utters

	zuo qu : Havas, Jones
	The jasmine grows
	In through the walls
	Into the fruit room
	Its perfume blows
	The lucid sun
	Before the storm
	Around the cot where
	She listens to the hush of the corn
	The mellow rhyme
	Of slow rain falls
	Before the summer storms
	Sweel round the fruit room
	And buckle the pip scattered floor
	And the breeze from the west utters
	The jasmine grows
	Slowly uncoils
	Into the summer storms
	Baskets and blades
	Hang from the walls
	Around the fruit room
	A shipwreck in an ocean of corn
	The jasmine grows
	In through the walls
	Into the fuit room
	Its perfume blows
	The lucid sun
	Before the storm
	Around the cot where
	She listens to the hush of the corn
	And the breeze from the west utters

	zuò qǔ : Havas, Jones
	The jasmine grows
	In through the walls
	Into the fruit room
	Its perfume blows
	The lucid sun
	Before the storm
	Around the cot where
	She listens to the hush of the corn
	The mellow rhyme
	Of slow rain falls
	Before the summer storms
	Sweel round the fruit room
	And buckle the pip scattered floor
	And the breeze from the west utters
	The jasmine grows
	Slowly uncoils
	Into the summer storms
	Baskets and blades
	Hang from the walls
	Around the fruit room
	A shipwreck in an ocean of corn
	The jasmine grows
	In through the walls
	Into the fuit room
	Its perfume blows
	The lucid sun
	Before the storm
	Around the cot where
	She listens to the hush of the corn
	And the breeze from the west utters

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