Red Apples

I went down to the river to meet the widow She gave me an apple and it was red I slept in her black arms for a century She wanted 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 Full of millions of red apples for us I went down to the river to meet the widow She gave me an apple and it was red I slept in her black arms for a century She wanted nothing in return I gave her nothing in return I went down to the river to meet that widow