歌词
I wish, I wish
my baby was born
And sittin' on
its papa's knee
And me poor girl
were dead and gone
And the green grass growin'
o'er my feet
I ain't ahead,
nor never will be
Till the sweet apple grows
On a sour apple tree
But still I hope
the time will come
When you and I
shall be as one
I wish I wish
my love had died
And sent his soul
to wander free
Then we might
meet where ravens fly
Let our poor body rest in peace
The owl, the owl
Is a lonely bird
It chills my heart
With dread and terror
That someone's blood
There on his wing
That someone's blood
There on his feather