Red Apples

I went down to the river to meet the widow

She gave me an apple and it was red

I slept in her black arms for a century

She wanted nothing in return I gave her nothing in returnThe ghost of her husband beautiful as a horse

Pulled up an apple cart

Full of millions of red apples for us

Full of millions of red apples for usI went down to the river to meet the widow

She gave me an apple and it was red

I slept in her black arms for a century

She wanted nothing in return I gave her nothing in return

I went down to the river to meet that widow