Red Apples by Smog
Artist: Smog
Album: Red Apple Falls
Smog Red Apple Falls Red Apples
I went down to the river
To meet the widow
She gave me an apple
It was red
I slept in her black arms
For a century
She wanted nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return
I gave her nothing in return
The ghost of her husband
Beautiful as a horse
Pulled up an apple cart
Full of millions of red apples
For us