The ripest peach is highest on the tree -- br And so her love, beyond the reach of me, br Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow br Her heart down to me where I worship now! br br She looms aloft where every eye may see br The ripest peach is highest on the tree. br Such fruitage as her love I know, alas! br I may not reach here from the orchard grass. br br I drink the sunshine showered past her lips br As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips. br The ripest peach is highest on the tree, br And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly.