The Apple Tree

A rich king had three daughters

They were the joy of his heart

But the pride of his heart was the apple tree

Found in his palace park

 

"Anyone who lays a hand on it

Or even picks one apple

Will be sent one hundred fathoms below

My glorious castle"

 

One year there came a harvest

When the tree became so full

The tree was ready to break

It's bough hung to the floor

 

And the daughters walked by everyday

Wishing the wind would blow one off

But never did the apple tree

Let one of them rosy red apples drop

 

"Father loves us too dearly"

Said the youngest one of three

"To wish us deep into the earth

This curse is not for we

 

Oh, taste, taste this apple

Taste what I have scored

Never ever have I tasted

A rosy red apple like this before"

 

All three daughters took a bite

No refraining anymore

Never ever had they tasted

A rosy red apple like this before

 

Down one hundred fathoms below

That glorious castle

They went down, down, down below

With a bite of the apple

 

Down, down, down below

Down, down, down below

Down, down, down below

They went down, down, down below

That glorious castle

 

Am I a rich king

Am I one of three daughters

Or am I an apple tree

Never thirsty for water

 

Oh, storyteller please tell me

Please tell me more

I wonder have I ever tasted

A rosy red apple like this before?