Sanoja: Llama. Other. Fruit.

You never know what
the day may bring
'Cause tonight I'm dancing for
the spring
What springs from your heart?
What rolls
From the tip of your tongue?
First it blossoms then it falls
As fruit for the young
But there's no time to waste
For there are songs we haven't sung
None but us can taste
All the sweetness of
The fruit for the young
Can you show me
what darkness means
By opening my eyes I hook into
this scene
And those who've gone before us are seen again
In the sparkle in the eyes of
the children
Of those who once led
We are the fruit of the dead
For the young
There's no time to waste
For there are songs we haven't sung
None but us can taste
All the sweetness of
The fruit for the young
You never know what the
day may bring
'Cause tonight I'm dancing for
the spring
What springs from your heart?
What rolls
From the tip of your tongue?
First it blossoms then it falls
As fruit for the young