I wish, I wish
But it's all in vain
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I will never be
Till apples grow on an orange tree
And I wish my baby, it was born
And smiling on its papa's knee
Am I to be in yon church yard
With long, green grass growing over me
And I wish, I wish
But it's all in vain
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I will never be
Till apples grow on an orange tree
When my apron strings hung low
He followed me through frost and snow
But now my apron's to my chin
He passes by and says nothing
And I wish, I wish
But it's all in vain
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I will never be
Till apples grow on an orange tree
And oh grief, oh grief I'll tell you why
That girl has more gold than I
More gold than I, and beauty and fame
But she will come like me again
And I wish, I wish
But it's all in vain
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I will never be
Till apples grow on an orange tree
And I wish, I wish
But it's all in vain
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I will never be
Till apples grow on an orange tree