Red Apples

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 returnThe 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 usI 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