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