Apple tree, old apple tree Bountiful we raise a glass to thee We sing our song Stand fast, stand strong Bough and leaf bear fruit aplenty
In Eden gone, when the world was young Paradise was where it all began Just one bite was all it took Expulsion and the fall of man Apple tree, we bless your crown Yield much fruit or fell ye down Raise your roots Hear me, tree! Bough and leaf bear fruit aplenty
Wassail Bring new life Wassail Be alive Wassail Blessed be Wassail
Wassail King, hear us sing Through the orchards And the village green We sing our song Stand fast, stand strong Bough and leaf bear fruit aplenty Wassail Queen Oh my, oh my She is beauty personified Raise her up to the bough of the tree To the bough of the tree Blessed be Wassail
Return to the womb Deep down in the earth Wait for the spring rebirth The clayen cup We douse the roots With cider kept from last year's fruits Cut in twain A five pointed star A sign of who we are Let spirits fly The apple of my eye Wassail