You ran the fruit stand by the tracks
I kept on finding reasons back
You said this basket needs a day
I took an apple on my way
I asked you out before July
You said, I like a little time
Don't rush the peach
Let the summer reach
What is sweet can take its time
I'll be here if you decide
We talked of books and broken bikes
The mornings turned to longer light
I learned your dog was named for rain
You learned I always miss my train
Don't rush the peach
Let the summer reach
What is sweet can take its time
I'll be here if you decide
One Friday you came round the stand
Two ripe ones resting in your hand
You said you closed at half past three
And asked if I would walk with you
Don't rush the peach
Let the summer reach
What is sweet can take its time
I'll be here if you decide
We split one sitting by the creek
The juice ran sweet across my sleeve