A Dying Apple Tree
Take my hand and come with me
Above the clouds, below the sea
I'm falling, I'm falling
Take my hand below the ground
The earth is cold, but I'm still warm
I'm falling, I'm falling
I'm a ghost with nothing to haunt
A Victorian home I have not
I'm falling, I'm falling
So take my hand and come with me
Inside a dying apple tree
I'm falling, I'm falling
Take my hand, I'm falling