Stolen Apples

Stolen apples taste the sweetest
See them hanging in the light
You won’t feel those cuts and bruises
As you reach for your prize in the night
Pluck them down, take the very first bite
Don’t tell anyone the secret
Said the farmers always darling white
Oh no, don’t tell me
Some in the districts are not happy with this life
Oh sweetheart won’t you pass me the paring knife
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Eve called Adam to The Garden
«Look at these won’t you try some»
«No», said Adam, «that's forbidden»
«…okay, just one little one»
«Well just one little one»
Stolen apples, locked down in their prize
Stolen apples hanging heavy on my mind
Heavy on, heavy on, heavy on my mind
Heavy on, heavy on, heavy on my mind
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest