Stealing Apples In The Morning Sun

The devil held a satchel and smiled Like a child, he's going to school... Like me, he's visiting an orchard Looking for what's juicy and shines To take and devour in the break The pears by the old wall, early fall… There's no need to climb or shake But these apples even the starlings And the bees hesitate to take. Am I a fool to-taste-of the first one? Am I the devil's own son? Stealing apples in the morning sun… With a smile and a sticky sweet paw The devil held my satchel open And my heart had cabbage white butterflies Out on a bowing thin bough In apathy reaching beyond the skies For something even more golden Then the bees, the apples the sun Glowing dappled through the leafs God forgive me, God forgive me, The devil held open a satchel to me. Oh was I battered and bruised, Or is this entire story, telling, you a rues To sing the devil's blues… The devil held my satchel open and smiled And like a child, he's going to school... But no matter how curt my soul is, I'm no fool… God forgive me God forgive me, he's no friend of mine Now I don't need apples brighter than the sun I'm happier now to grow ripe Not drop young like those hard pears I'm happier now to fall old Like those apples with the sloes After the first frost weathers After the first frost weathers The apples on their; own, hanging gallows. Oh the devil he can just go to hell Cause I'm now doing well… The devil held a satchel and smiled Like a child, he's going to school... Like me, he's visiting an orchard Looking for what's juicy and shines To take and devour in the break The pears by the old wall, early fall… There's no need to climb or shake But these apples even the starlings And the bees hesitate to take. Am I a fool to-taste-of the first one? Am I the devil's own son? Stealing apples in the morning sun…