Johnny Appleseed

Cornmeal mush is all you took
For thirty thousand miles on foot
Come inside, stay a while, I'll fix you things to eat

I'll offer you some clothes too loose
A soft bed and someone else's shoes
Come inside, stay a while, rest your tired feet

Haunted by a recurring dream
Of the girl you left hanging from an apple tree
Johnny Appleseed wanders the countryside

Keeping to his task to keep out the rest
Johnny Appleseed, right fresh from heaven, sighed
“Please, let me make it up to strangers"

In Ohio, all the farmers' wives
Thanked you with fresh apple pies
And hurried to mend the tears in your pants

Dumbfounded by their kindness
And embarrassed by your shyness
You slipped out the backdoor at the first chance

Haunted by a recurring dream
Of the girl you left hanging from an apple tree
Johnny Appleseed wanders the countryside

Keeping to his task to keep out the rest
Johnny Appleseed, right fresh from heaven, sighed
“Please, let me make it up to strangers"

The famished cow you rescued from
The wealthy, rotten, farmer John
Offered, in gratitude, to turn itself to gold

But you declined the offer
Saying that was not for profit
And ushered the straggler back into her fold

Haunted by a recurring dream
Of the girl you left hanging from an apple tree
Johnny Appleseed wanders the countryside

Keeping to his task to keep out the rest
Johnny Appleseed, right fresh from heaven, sighed
“Please, let me make it up to strangers"