Apple Thief

The gate, the wait and the path.
The sun, the moon, the stars.
The land of midsummer’s night.
She wears the sun and summer rain in her hair,
And fair’s the sky and smiling bright in those eyes.
If there’s a land where she will plant an apple tree
All thieves they come to steal a bite… but not me,
No not me.
I’ll wait until she bakes a pie for me to snatch again.
'Cause she knows that…
I, I, I, I’m an apple thief (4x)