Picking Peaches

I cannot recall my age but I can certainly still taste
The feeling good of summer, I can't wait to see her
We'd drive into the country side, the sun was always blazing high
Nothing any better than when I was with her
Why couldn't it have last forever
Take me back to picking peaches
Where the winding road goes on and on and on
Take me back to picking peaches
Where nothing will grow old and nothing will go bad
What happened to the shady brook and the simplest of what it took
To fill the holes within me so that I could run free
Now I've got a basket full of everything I can't get hold of
Where are all the peach trees?
I will gladly empty my entire load for one of those
Take me back to picking peaches
Where the winding road goes on and on and on
Take me back to picking peaches
Where nothing will grow old and nothing will go bad
I will find my way, will find my way, will find my way there I will find my way, will find my way, will find my way there I will find my way, will find my way, will find my way there I will find my way, will find my way, will find my way there
Where I'm at, it's not picking peaches
But maybe I have learned that life goes on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
But take me back to picking peaches
Where the winding road goes on and on and on
Take me back to picking peaches
Where nothing will grow old and nothing will go bad
Nothing will go bad Nothing will go bad