I went down among the dust and pollen
to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn
underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children
they were there and then they were gone
and I wonder what became of them

what became of them



sunlight over me no matter what I do

apples in the Summer are golden sweet

everyday a passing complete



I'm not one to ever pray for mercy

or to wish on pennies n the fountain or the shrine

but that day you know I left my money

and I thought of you only

all that copper glowing fine



and I wonder what become of you

what became of you



Sunlight over me no matter what I do

apples in the summer are golden sweet

everyday a passing complete

apples in the summer are golden sweet

everyday a passing complete



In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight

All the skin abuse the sun

when you talk you haunt me

in the morning, in the morning



In the doorway holding that letter I wrote

in the driveway pulling away putting on your coat

in the ocean washing off my name from your throat

in the morning, in the morning



in the ocean washing off my name from your throat

in the morning, in the morning



Green apples hang from my tree

they belong only to me

Green apples hang from my green apple tree

they belong only to, only to me



and if I just stay awhile here staring at the sea

and the waves break ever closer, ever near to me

I will lay down in the sand and let the ocean leave

carry me to in the sea like pollen on the breeze