[Verse] Barefoot on the garden path, your laughter tasted free. You were two years older – but that July, you matched with me. The cherries hanging heavy high, you said, “Come lift me up.” I trembled like the branches did, but your kiss was bold enough. [Chorus] When the cherries were ripe, my heart outgrew its shell. A summer like a promise – that time would never tell. And you said, “Please don’t forget…” But I still hold you tight – like the scent of your skin, when the cherry trees bloom white. [Verse] We painted names upon our skin with juice that stained so red. You called me your “sweet secret” – I was proud and loud instead. [Bridge] I wonder if you ever walk that garden path again. Do the cherries taste the same to you, or did they lose their flame? I kept a stone inside a box – a cherry from that year. I never dared to plant it, but I hold it close and near. [Chorus] But then the final evening came, you left without a sound… Since then I’ve chased that summer in every song I’ve found. we were more than just a dream. Now seasons come and seasons go, but you still bloom in me. [Outro-softly spoken] I taste you in the quiet days, in every drop of light – like something lost, but never gone, when the world turns soft and bright.
