BallaDonna The Cherry Orchard

Once someone built with loving hand,
The Cherry Orchard, fair and grand.
Then left to rot, for pennies sold,
An age condemned its bloom — a century grown cold.

The heirs came next to claim their part,
They carved it into fragments, rent apart.
Some failed to shield it from the dark,
And others — worthy heirs — could raise no spark.

The Cherry Orchard. The Cherry Orchard.
Once here in bloom so fair — The Cherry Orchard.
They felled it to the root — a century ago, no more.
Alas, what's lost is lost forever — never to restore.

So many brilliant plans were laid,
And quarrels raged until all voices frayed.
A host of brazen masters came and strayed,
A century hence — an empty field, remorse repaid.

Unhappy fate of this Orchard forlorn,
And cursed the hand that here once fruit was borne.
A century hence, they'll raise again Eden's morn,
And all around shall bloom — fair Orchards reborn.

The Cherry Orchard. The Cherry Orchard.
Once here in bloom so fair — The Cherry Orchard.
They felled it to the root — a century ago, no more.
Alas, what's lost is lost forever — never to restore.

Not yet foretold its hour to bloom,
Not yet foretold its time of gloom.
It knows too well — the end is near,
The Cherry Orchard — waits in fear.

The Cherry Orchard. The Cherry Orchard.
Once here in bloom so fair — The Cherry Orchard.
They felled it to the root — a century ago, no more.
Alas, what's lost is lost forever — never to restore.

The Cherry Orchard. The Cherry Orchard.
Once here in bloom so fair — the cherry orchard.

The Cherry Orchard. The Cherry Orchard.
One day again in bloom so fair — the cherry orchard.