I went down among the dust and pollen
 To the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn
 Underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children
 They were there and then they were gone

 And I wonder what became of them
 What became of them

 Sunlight over me no matter what I do
 Apples in the Summer are golden sweet
 Everyday a [bad word] 
 I'm not one to ever pray for mercy
 Or to wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine
 But that day you know I left my money
 And I thought of you only
 All that copper glowing fine

 And I wonder what [bad word] of you
 What became of you

 Sunlight over me no matter what I do
 Apples in the summer are golden sweet
 Everyday a [bad word]  Apples in the summer are golden sweet
 Everyday a [bad word] 
 In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight
 All diffuse like skin abuse the sun is half it's size
 When you talk you hardly even look in my eye
 In the morning, in the morning

 In the doorway holding every letter that I wrote
 In the driveway pulling away putting on your coat
 In the ocean washing off my name from your throat
 In the morning, in the morning

 In the ocean washing off my name from your throat
 In the morning, in the morning

 Green apples hang from my tree
 They belong only to me
 Green apples hang from my green apple tree
 They belong only to, only to me

 And if I just stay awhile here staring at the sea
 And the waves break ever closer, ever near to me
 I will lay down in the sand and let the ocean lead
 Carry me to innisfree like pollen on the breeze.