Apple Blossom Time

Blue music on the water
Black bird nights
We sat together and sang all the old songs
Neath the harbour lights

I asked her dying mother
Can she go with me
You’re just a small time rover and
Not near good enough said she

Muddy water on the rise
Muddy water on the swirl
Muddy water everywhere you go
All around the world

Apple blossom time

World treat me so bad
Till I don’t mind crying
World treat so kind and true
Till I don’t mind dying

Can’t you hear me knocking
Knock knocking on your door
Can’t you see standing here
Bleeding on your floor

Apple blossom time

She had a brother in Brooklyn
A sister in Jackson heights
She had a cousin by the cloisters
We used to go there and spend the night

And lay there listening to the church bell
Talking bout nothing much
Her father was from Senegal
They’d fallen out of touch

Her mother said he was a singer
And when he sang to her she fell
Sounded just like Johnny Hartman
And it all started off so well

Apple blossom time

B boys on avenue A
Stray dogs in Tompkins square
Old lady preaching on the corner
Strangers on the stair

How can I live here
Where I don’t belong
How can I stay here
Where everything’s gone wrong

So tiny in this world
So pitiful and small
Just a lost Missouri rover passing through
Without a friend to call