An apple tree there groweth, @3Fly away, my heart, away;@1 An apple tree there groweth Within my father's close; @3So sweet,@1 Within my father's close. Oh, bright is every leaf thereon, @3Fly away, my heart, away;@1 Oh, bright is every leaf thereon And sweet the fruit that grows @3So sweet,@1 And sweet the fruit that grows. The King's three lovely daughters, @3Fly away, my heart, away;@1 The King's three lovely daughters Beneath its branches lay, @3So sweet,@1 Beneath its branches lay. The youngest wakens lightly, @3Fly away, my heart, away;@1 The youngest wakens lightly: My sister, here is day! @3So sweet, @1My sister, here is day! 'Tis but a star that's gilding, @3Fly away, my heart, away;@1 'Tis but a star that's gilding With its sweet light our love, @3So sweet,@1 With its sweet light our love. Our lovers ride to battle, @3Fly away, my heart, away;@1 Our lovers ride to battle Their love for us to prove, @3So sweet,@1 Their love for us to prove. And if they gain the battle, @3Fly away, my heart, away;@1 And if they gain the battle, Our love shall crown the day, @3So sweet,@1 Our love shall crown the day. Oh, let them win or let them fail, @3Fly away, my heart, away;@1 Oh, let them win or let them fail, Our love is theirs alway, @3So sweet,@1 Our love is theirs alway. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY REUBEN JAMES by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ON A CERTAIN COMMEMORATION OF THOMSON by ROBERT BURNS |