Apples From a Tree

Plucking apples from a tree And roses from the ground I am up in the air Never to come down You are the part of me I lacked The mother I never knew The love I never had I came up on the streets Always doing bad What would I leave behind? Our memories to sell You singing me to sleep Always doing well We won't meet again In this life or anymore I'm too far out at sea And you are on this shore Good night, my love, good night Mind the way you go Going home tonight You will be alone I have taken flight Plucking apples from a tree And roses from the ground I'm high up in the air And never coming down