I went down among
the dust and pollen
to the old stone fountain
in the morning after dawn
underneath were all these pennies
fallen from the hands of children
they were there and then were gone
and i wonder what became of them
what became of them
sunlight over me no matter
what i do
apples in the Summer
all cold and sweet
everyday a'passin complete
I'm not one to ever pray for mercy
or to wish on pennies in the
fountain or the shrine
but that day you know
i left my money
and i thought of you only
all that copper glowing fine
and i wonder what became of you
what became of you
Sunlight over me no matter
what i do
apples in the summer all cold
and sweet
everyday a passing complete
apples in the summer
all cold and sweet
everyday a passing complete
In the morning waking up to
terrible sunlight
All diffuse like skin abuse the
sun is half its size
When you talk you hardly even
look in my eyes
in the morning, in the morning
In the doorway holding every
letter that I wrote
in the driveway pulling away
putting on your coat
in the ocean washing off
my name from your throat
in the morning, in the morning
in the ocean washing off
my name from your throat
in the morning, in the morning
Green apples hang from my tree
they belong only to me
Green apples hang
from my green apple tree
they belong only to, only to me
and if i just stay awhile here
staring at the sea
and the waves break ever closer,
ever near to me
i will lay down in the sand and
let the ocean lead
carry me to Innisfree like
pollen on the breeze