Red Apples .

( Smog )

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 the widow