Market Song

Pentangle

As I walk unto market
Each day I do hear the cry
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Fresh, fresh for sale for you all today
Come and buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges

All alone I walk with no one
Beside me would you not buy
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Walking through the stalls
I am amazed by them all
Come and buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges

Like a child my mind does wander
Far from here across the sea
It's the sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
I hear, I hear the cries of the beggar
Cup held high
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Come and buy them

Through the forest I could see them
A-hanging there so ripe and rare
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Get up, get up, my man
You know they're better down a little after dew
Gotta buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges