A Dying Apple Tree -

Take my hand and come with me

Above the clouds, below the sea

I’m falling, I’m falling

Take my hand below the ground

The earth is cold, but I’m still warm

I’m falling, I’m falling

I’m a ghost with nothing to haunt

A Victorian home I have not

I’m falling, I’m falling

So take my hand and come with me

Inside a dying apple tree

I’m falling, I’m falling

Take my hand, I’m falling