Lyrics

I wish I wish my baby was born Sitting on her papa's knee And me poor girl was dead and gone With the green green grass growing over my feet I wish I wish my baby was born Sitting on her papa's knee And me poor girl was dead and gone With the green green grass growing over my feet I ain't ahead and I never will be 'Til the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree But still I hope the day will come That you and I shall meet as one