Apples in the Basket   

© 1978 JB Goodenough


"Judy sent me this a long time ago, and I sang it for a couple of years, but I think I needed a lot more miles on my odometer to really appreciate it.  When we sing it, it brings my brother Tony close, and it has become one of our most requested songs."


Gordon – Spanish guitar

Carol- vocal

Doreen – bass viol                                                                             


The sun comes over the top of the hill

Shines on the fields I've yet to till

My bones are weary but  I know I will

And not just because you ask it

            Rake and hoe on twenty-penny nails

            Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails

            Hay piled up in a hundred bails

            And apples in the basket


A house that's tight to the wind and snow

A barn that's full of the things we grow

Empty purse, but I don't owe

A thing to any man living

            A woman warm, a woman kind

            A woman that knows her own sweet mind

            A woman that knows just what's behind

            The things that she's forgiven


There's branches on the family tree

A boy, a girl, and a baby's three

They look like her, they look like me

Like folks that's dead and gone now

            But I don't care, we're all the same

            There's none to bless and none to blame

            We're doing in the family name

            The work we carry on now


The old grey goose in on the wing

But he'll be back again next spring

Each year we do the same old thing

And the same old wheel goes spinning

            When the air is warm and the earth is sweet

            And the good clean dirt is on our feet

            The circle comes around complete

            And the end is the beginning.


(Repeat first verse.)


Apples in the Basket is recorded on the album Apples in the Basket