Gather 'round dear sister, there's much to say and much to do, for tonight I go meet mother, And one day too, she will meet you,
I've worked these fields all my days, As sapplings grew and cast shadows tall And I've seen you grow beside them, And just like them you will never fall,
I can't lie to you sister, Life is like the breeze, And when I've blown through this valley, bury me beneath the apple trees
And if you do just as I've told you, and work these fields all your days, Then I will always be with you, In every leaf and in every glade,
My time is growing closer, And I can pass with pride, tell all my friends I loved them, And remind them that I never lied,
I can't lie to you sister, Life is like the breeze, And when I've blown through this valley, bury me beneath the apple trees