Dawn do bring the rooster and it's crownMade a wind that was never supposed to blownYou laughed and laughed but never got the jokenI can't repeat it now, I don't even knownnI blew a trumpet for a sound I never wanted to seenNow, the apple's out of season and I'm standing underneath it's treenSo I'm trying not to pick them cause I know they soon will sicken menBut, oh, before you know it, I am halfway up the apple treennTo a cloudy, cloudy mountain from a mirky water fountain I grewnWith a pigeon on my shoulder, all the colors look so strange and newnSo, I collected all my apples in a basket to bring to younBut, oh, before you know it, there'll be bugs inside of these ones, too