If one day you come up to me and say I'm old and time has come to bury me

I won't be a fuss, I'll dig my hole and then I'll live and then I'll grow, I'll be a tree

I'll do some wood I'll do some leaves, right in front of your window, I'll dim the lights

All you round will feel like night but you can't bring yourself to cut me down

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose

But one day at last, I'll bear some fruit, heavy, juicy, shinny fruit, you can't resist

And this fruit, you shall pick, it'll make you sick, it's highly poisonous

But I didn't do it on purpose, but I didn't do it on purpose