The Fruit Room Songtext / Lyric

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

Swell round the fruit room

And buckle the pip scattered floor...

Ane 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 fruit 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.