The Pentangle - Market Song lyrics

As I walk unto market Each day I do hear the cry Sweet apples, sweet oranges Sweet apples, sweet oranges Fresh, fresh for sale for you all today Come and buy them Sweet apples, sweet oranges All alone I walk with no one Beside me would you not buy Sweet apples, sweet oranges Sweet apples, sweet oranges Walking through the stalls I am amazed by them all Come and buy them Sweet apples, sweet oranges Like a child my mind does wander Far from here across the sea It's the sweet apples, sweet oranges Sweet apples, sweet oranges I hear, I hear the cries of the beggar cup held high Sweet apples, sweet oranges Come and buy them Through the forest I could see them A-hanging there so ripe and rare Sweet apples, sweet oranges Sweet apples, sweet oranges Get up, get up, my man You know they're better down a little after dew Gotta buy them Sweet apples, sweet oranges Sweet apples, sweet oranges