I slept in her black arms for a century
The ghost of her husband beautiful as a horse
She wanted nothing in return I gave her nothing in return
She gave me an apple and it was red
I went down to the river to meet the widow
Full of millions of red apples for us
She wanted nothing in return I gave her nothing in return
I slept in her black arms for a century
Full of millions of red apples for us
Pulled up an apple cart