paroles de chanson Market Song - Pentangle

As I walk out to the market
Each day I can hear them cry
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Fresh, fresh for sale for you, oh today
Come and buy them, sweet apples, sweet oranges

All alone I walk with no one
Beside me, what should I buy?
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Walking through the stalls, I am amazed by them all
Come and buy them, sweet apples, sweet oranges

Like a child my mind does wander
Far from here across the sea
And the sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
I hear, I hear the cries of the beggar who lies
Try sweet apples, sweet oranges, come and buy them

Through the forest I can see them
Hanging there so ripe and red
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Get off, get off my land
You know that it don't belong to you
Got to buy them, sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges