I will paint apples
and tend the vines
as they grow over me.
I will rhyme in time
and sing the songs of love.
The angry men are arriving with guns.
We shall hold hands and pray
We shall ask for peace.
The apples are red and green
and lie on the table in threes.
The muses arrive in sevens
and carry torches.
We shall hold hands and pray
We shall ask for peace.
We shall hold hands and pray
We shall ask for peace.
We shall hold hands and pray
We shall ask for peace.