Dawn do bring the rooster and it's crow
Made a wind that was never supposed to blow
You laughed and laughed but never got the joke
I can't repeat it now, I don't even know

I blew a trumpet for a sound I never wanted to see
Now, the apple's out of season and I'm standing underneath it's tree
So I'm trying not to pick them cause I know they soon will sicken me
But, oh, before you know it, I am halfway up the apple tree

To a cloudy, cloudy mountain from a murky water fountain I grew
With a pigeon on my shoulder, all the colors look so strange and new
So, I collected all my apples in a basket to bring to you
But, oh, before you know it, there'll be bugs inside of these ones, too