A rolling mist, so fine and pure
gliding toward a love so sure
but doesn’t completely obscure
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, to me, did sing

A mist to erase all the haste
and never see the imperfect waste
to be forever embraced, beneath
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, to me, joy did bring

The mist turning into a soft shroud
that gently envelops like a cloud
the place I never felt more proud, under
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, to me, gave me a ring

As I look up to all that I should admire
and the mist slowly chokes all that I desire
Haunted by lust, my death I will aspire, shaded by
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, to me, took away the sting

Now the dark clouds will gather
and nothing else will cease to matter
all I dreamed will shatter as I mourn, under
the Apple Tree
Where my lover, for me, did swing

**** you and **** me
Apple Tree!
For taking away the one thing
to which I needed to cling

**** you and **** me
Apple Tree!
As I sit under your protective branch
and mourn my lost romance

**** you and **** me
Apple Tree!
While you continue on being
My lover, to me, I continue seeing