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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Finn Anderson & Ballad Lines
Songwriter
Lyrics
I wish, I wish my baby was born
And sittin' on It's papa's knee
And me, poor girl we're 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 your grave be deep
A blood red rose, laid at your feet
And on your chest, a snow white dove
So all will know you died for love
I give my heart to the willow tree
I sink my soul deep in the river
So from this pain I will be free
As in my bed I live forever
Written by: Finn Anderson, Finn Anderson & Ballad Lines
