THE APPLE TREEFOLK SONGThe door of Heaven open seemedAnd in thy house the sunlight gleamed.As through the garden’s willow’d walks I hiedFull many a tree and blossom I espied.But of all trees, the Apple Tree most fairAnd beautiful did unto me appear.It sobbed and wept. Its leaves said murmuringly:“I would that God had ne’er created me!The badge of sin and wickedness I amE’en at thy feast, O Father Abraham.1The apple growing on me firstFrom Eden came ere it was cursed,Alas, alas, I am undone!Why fell I to that evil one?”1The “feast of Father Abraham” means plenty.↑
THE APPLE TREEFOLK SONGThe door of Heaven open seemedAnd in thy house the sunlight gleamed.As through the garden’s willow’d walks I hiedFull many a tree and blossom I espied.But of all trees, the Apple Tree most fairAnd beautiful did unto me appear.It sobbed and wept. Its leaves said murmuringly:“I would that God had ne’er created me!The badge of sin and wickedness I amE’en at thy feast, O Father Abraham.1The apple growing on me firstFrom Eden came ere it was cursed,Alas, alas, I am undone!Why fell I to that evil one?”1The “feast of Father Abraham” means plenty.↑
THE APPLE TREEFOLK SONGThe door of Heaven open seemedAnd in thy house the sunlight gleamed.As through the garden’s willow’d walks I hiedFull many a tree and blossom I espied.But of all trees, the Apple Tree most fairAnd beautiful did unto me appear.It sobbed and wept. Its leaves said murmuringly:“I would that God had ne’er created me!The badge of sin and wickedness I amE’en at thy feast, O Father Abraham.1The apple growing on me firstFrom Eden came ere it was cursed,Alas, alas, I am undone!Why fell I to that evil one?”
The door of Heaven open seemedAnd in thy house the sunlight gleamed.As through the garden’s willow’d walks I hiedFull many a tree and blossom I espied.But of all trees, the Apple Tree most fairAnd beautiful did unto me appear.It sobbed and wept. Its leaves said murmuringly:“I would that God had ne’er created me!The badge of sin and wickedness I amE’en at thy feast, O Father Abraham.1The apple growing on me firstFrom Eden came ere it was cursed,Alas, alas, I am undone!Why fell I to that evil one?”
The door of Heaven open seemedAnd in thy house the sunlight gleamed.
The door of Heaven open seemed
And in thy house the sunlight gleamed.
As through the garden’s willow’d walks I hiedFull many a tree and blossom I espied.But of all trees, the Apple Tree most fairAnd beautiful did unto me appear.It sobbed and wept. Its leaves said murmuringly:“I would that God had ne’er created me!The badge of sin and wickedness I amE’en at thy feast, O Father Abraham.1The apple growing on me firstFrom Eden came ere it was cursed,Alas, alas, I am undone!Why fell I to that evil one?”
As through the garden’s willow’d walks I hied
Full many a tree and blossom I espied.
But of all trees, the Apple Tree most fair
And beautiful did unto me appear.
It sobbed and wept. Its leaves said murmuringly:
“I would that God had ne’er created me!
The badge of sin and wickedness I am
E’en at thy feast, O Father Abraham.1
The apple growing on me first
From Eden came ere it was cursed,
Alas, alas, I am undone!
Why fell I to that evil one?”
1The “feast of Father Abraham” means plenty.↑
1The “feast of Father Abraham” means plenty.↑
1The “feast of Father Abraham” means plenty.↑