Apples From A Tree

Plucking apples from a tree
And roses from the ground
I am up in the air
Never to come down
You are the part of me I lacked
The mother I never knew
The love I never had
I came up on the streets
Always doing bad
But what I leave behind
Are memories to sell
You singing me to sleep
Always doing well
We won’t meet again
In this life or anymore
I’m too far out at sea
And you’re on the shore
Good night, my love, good night
Mind the way you go
Going home tonight
You’ll be alone
I’ve taken flight
Plucking apples from a tree
And roses from the ground
I’m high up in the air
And never coming down