Red Apples

I went down to the river to meet the widow

She gave me an apple, it was red

I went down to the river to meet the widow

She gave me an apple, it was red

I slept in her black arms for a century

She wanted nothing in return

I gave her nothing in return

I gave her nothing in return

The ghost of her husband, beautiful as a horse

Pulled up an apple cart

The ghost of her husband, beautiful as a horse

Pulled up an apple cart

Full of millions of red apples

For us