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 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 all cold and sweet,
everyday a'passin complete.

I'm not one to ever pray for mercy,
or to wish on pennies in 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 became of you,
what became of you.

Sunlight over me no matter what i do.
Apples in the summer all cold and sweet,
everyday a passing complete.
Apples in the summer all cold and sweet,
everyday a passing complete.

In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight.
All diffuse like skin abuse the sun is half its size.
When you talk you hardly even look in my eyes,
in the morning, in the morning.

In the doorway holding every letter that 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 lead.
Carry me to Innisfree like pollen on the breeze