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 they 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 are golden sweet everyday a passing complete
I'm not one to ever pray for mercy or to wish on pennies n 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 become of you what became of you
Sunlight over me no matter what i do apples in the summer are golden sweet everyday a passing complete apples in the summer are golden sweet everyday a passing complete