And don't you think it's a grief to me She's grafted onto the apple tree? From under under bough she speaks to me And don't you think it's a grief to him He peels the bark and finds her skin She's stretching out, she's seeping in She's gone, she's gone but she won't go And it's as clear as clear can be Traces of blood upon the snow As apples grow on a winter tree Apple canker, bitter pip, silver leaf and fire blight They moved out when you moved in The flesh grows plump, the skin grows bright The stories stories slip, the stories bleed The ink blots out and overwrites Forcing in an awkward rhyme That will wear thin and fade in time Truth be told, truth be hidden One day unbidden slips through the door And spots the bloodstains on the floor A grief to him, oh a grief to me But stay oh stay in the apple tree You're radiant in the apple tree