I went down to the river to meet the widow
She gave me an apple and it was red
I slept in her black arms for a century
She wanted nothing in return I gave her nothing in return
The ghost of her husband beautiful as a horse
Pulled up an apple cart
Full of millions of red apples for us
Full of millions of red apples for us
I went down to the river to meet the widow
She gave me an apple and it was red
I slept in her black arms for a century
She wanted nothing in return I gave her nothing in return
I went down to the river to meet that widow