Song by Tim Eriksen, Riley Baugus & Tim O'Brien<br />

I wish, I wish my baby was born

And sitting on its papa's knee

And me, poor boy

And me, poor boy, were dead and gone

And let the green grass grow o'er my feet

I ain't ahead, nor never will be

Till a sweet apple grows

On a sour apple tree



But still I hope, But stil I hope the time will come

When you and I shall be as one



I wish, I wish my love had died

And sent her soul to wander free

Then we might meet where ravens fly

Let our poor bodys rest in peace



The owl, the owl

Is a lonely bird

It chills my heart

With dread and terror

That someone's blood

There on his wing

That someone's blood

There on his feathers


[Thanks to Justin todd Guy fo
r corrections]


                          Thanks to justin guy for correcting these lyrics