I have a tree, an apple tree
Covered in delicate blossoms is she
Her trunk is twisted in to a seat
I’ll sit there and her apples eat
I have a tree, an apple tree
In her bowers, I feel free
Out of her dead branches I can make the most fragrant fire
It burns and burns and rids me of all ire
I have a tree, an apple tree
Her highest branch a haven for bees
She sways in the storm, but never does she fall
Always, always she will stand, proud and tall
I have a tree, an apple tree
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