Текст песни Apple Tree - Edgar Hurley

It was a fruit based love
It was sour it was savoury sweet
With every honey kiss that you gave to me
I couldn't help but ask for three

And the apple that's always the sweetest
Is an apple that I can adore
But if I in turn were an apple
I'd be rotten through to the core

That's just the way it was written
That's just the life I have peeled
Freed from all of my labours
You gave me a lily and now it's a field