Lyrics:

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