Apple Tree

Little Wren and Little Billie

You’ll sit and sing

Your prideful songs to me

Upon the branches of the aged apple tree

Its known you well and kept you hid

It’s fed you the things that buzzed upon it

Its flowers wreathed you

And crowned you with it

Every spring romancing those who stray upon it

Bearing fruit

From roots in dark soil

My eyes cannot bear to turn away from it

Sweetness is offered

And safety and strength

Apple Tree Apple Tree

Make me your friend

 

 

 

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