Under the Apple Tree Songtext
von Pilot Scott Tracy

She′s upstairs a washing
A washing, a washing
She's upstairs a washing
And you can′t see her today
No, you can't see her today

What shall we dress her in?
Dress her in, dress her in?
What shall we dress her in?
Shall it be pink?
Shall it be pink?

Pink is for babies
Babies for babies
Pink is for babies
And that will never do
No, that will never do


What shall we dress her in?
Dress her in, dress her in?
What shall we dress her in?
Shall it be red?
Shall it be red?

Red is for firemen
Firemen for firemen
Red is for firemen
And that will never do
No, that will never do

What shall we dress her in?
Dress her in, dress her in?
What shall we dress her in?
Shall it be black?
Shall it be black?

Black is for mourners
Mourners for mourners
Black is for mourners
And that will never do
No, that will never do


What shall we dress her in?
Dress her in, dress her in?
What shall we dress her in?
Shall it be white?
Shall it be white?

White is for dead people
Dead people, dead people
White is for dead people
And that will never do
No, that will never do

Where shall we bury her?
Bury her, bury her?
Where shall we bury her?
Under the apple tree?
Under the apple tree?