The apples in the orchard Tumble from their tree. Oh, will the ships go down, go down, Three little children On the wide wide earth Motherless children Cared for from their birth Three little children On the wide wide sea, Motherless children Safe as safe can be With guardian angels. Fly away, fly away over the sea, Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done; Come again, come again, come back to me, Bringing the summer and bringing the sun. |