Greenland Is Melting - No One Wants To Die lyrics

I wish I wish my love were free and sat below the magnolia tree But me poor girl is dead and gone and the green gra** grows o'er the graves below And I ain't heard, nor never will be, till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree I wish I wish my love had died and set her soul to wander free Then we might meet where ravens fly and let our poor bodies rest in peace And I ain't heard no never ill be till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree And I ain't heard nor never will be till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree