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