One day all of us will work We'll stand outside this orchard and we'll talk When all is said all is done We'll still be thinking about home They say that love might be the very thing If only it could be And making love is more than anything And all these thing like buildings And faces And memories And places Don't count for anything I'll gladly draw the lines of duty Watching summer turn to gold She's not content with responsibility She wants to have and then to hold They say that love might be the very thing If only it could be And making love is more than anything And all these thing like buildings And faces And memories And places Don't count for anything One day all of us will work One day all of us will work One day all of us will work