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 the widow