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The Damndest of Apples
(To the tune of https://annaandelizabeth.bandcamp.com/track/ripest-of-apples)
Come my friends and dear companions Come and board our loss with me For we have lost our own very birthright Clothed in mourning we ought be
When I'm asleep I'm dreaming about Him When I'm awake I take no rest Must we cross death's dark chasm To see the one who loves us best?
That serpent's eyes were beady and black Scales as green as the damndest grass He tempted us though we did not lack The fiery sword we now must pass
When I'm asleep I'm dreaming about Him When I'm awake I take no rest Must we cross death's dark chasm To see the one who loves us best?
I wish that we had never seen him Never pointed out that red fruit For now he lurks in every man's body Prying our hearts and minds from truth
When I'm asleep I'm dreaming about Him When I'm awake I take no rest Must we cross death's dark chasm To see the one who loves us best?
But the second triune doth condescended A new Adam, a new shoot Unto Him may we be grafted For from Him comes truest fruit