Apples in the Basket
© 1978 JB Goodenough
"Judy sent me this a long time ago, and I sang it for a couple of years, but I think I needed a lot more miles on my odometer to really appreciate it. When we sing it, it brings my brother Tony close, and it has become one of our most requested songs."
Gordon – Spanish guitar
Carol- vocal
Doreen – bass viol
The sun comes over the top of the hill
Shines on the fields I've yet to till
My bones are weary but I know I will
And not just because you ask it
Rake and hoe on twenty-penny nails
Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails
Hay piled up in a hundred bails
And apples in the basket
A house that's tight to the wind and snow
A barn that's full of the things we grow
Empty purse, but I don't owe
A thing to any man living
A woman warm, a woman kind
A woman that knows her own sweet mind
A woman that knows just what's behind
The things that she's forgiven
There's branches on the family tree
A boy, a girl, and a baby's three
They look like her, they look like me
Like folks that's dead and gone now
But I don't care, we're all the same
There's none to bless and none to blame
We're doing in the family name
The work we carry on now
The old grey goose in on the wing
But he'll be back again next spring
Each year we do the same old thing
And the same old wheel goes spinning
When the air is warm and the earth is sweet
And the good clean dirt is on our feet
The circle comes around complete
And the end is the beginning.
(Repeat first verse.)