Red Apples – SmogBy I went down to the riverTo meet the widowShe gave me an appleIt was redI slept in her black armsFor a centuryShe wanted nothing in returnI gave her nothing in returnI gave her nothing in returnThe ghost of her husbandBeautiful as a horsePulled up an apple cartFull of millions of red applesFor us www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20