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