Greenland is Melting - No One Wants to Die (letra)

I wish... I wish my love were free
and sat below the magnolia tree, but me poor girl is dead and gone
and the green grass grows o'er the graves below.

And I ain't heard, nor never will be, till the sweet apple grows
on the sour apple tree.

I wish... I wish my love had died
and set her soul to wander free.

Then we might meet... where ravens fly and let our poor bodies
rest in peace.

And I ain't heard no never will be till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree.

And I ain't heard nor never will be till the sweet apple grows on the sour apple tree.