I wish, I wish
My baby was born
And sittin' on

It's papa's knee
And me, poor girl
And me, poor girl

Weren't dead and gone
And the green grass
Growin' o'er my feet

I ain't ahead
Nor never will be
Till the sweet

Apple grows
On a sour apple tree
But still I hope

The time will come
When you and I
Shall be as one


I wish, I wish
My love had died

And sent his soul
To wander free
Then we might meet

Then we might meet
Where ravens fly
Let our poor body

Rest in peace

The owl, the owl

Is a lonely bird
It chills my heart
With dread and terror

That someone's blood
That someone's blood
There on his wings

That someone's blood
There on it's feathers