Blessed Wild Apple Girl

Gypsy girl, on a twisted path, set upon the stony pale mare
Belting reeve by the fires you breathe, with your deep Babylonian head
Blessed wild apple girl, move along now
Blessed wild apple girl, move along now
Blessed wild apple girl
Blessed wild apple girl

Gypsy girl, no a twisty girl, your hands all dangled with flowers
Tangle or torn, stately born, for a throne in the hill halls of Ireland
Blessed wild apple girl, move along now
Blessed wild apple girl, move along now
Blessed wild apple girl
Blessed wild apple girl

Fools have said the hills are dead, but her nose is a rose of the chi
A silver sword by an ancient ford, my gifts from this child of the tree
Blessed wild apple girl, move along now
Blessed wild apple girl, move along now
Blessed wild apple girl
Blessed wild apple girl