Gordon Bok - Apples in the basket

The sun comes over the ^Ctop of the hill ^DShines on the fields I've ^Gyet to till My ^Cbones are ^G/Bweary, but I ^Amknow I will And ^Gnot just be^Ccause you ^Dask it

^EmRake and hoe hung on ^Ctwenty-penny nails ^DMilk lies sweet in a ^Gdozen pails ^CHay piled ^G/Bup in a ^Amhundred bales And ^Dapples in the ^Gbasket ^{Am D}

A ^Ghouse that's tight to the ^Cwind and snow A ^Dbarn that's full of the ^Gthings we grow ^C Empty ^G/Bpurse, but ^AmI don't owe A ^Gthing to ^Cany man ^Dliving

A ^Emwoman warm, a woman ^Ckind A ^Dwoman who knows her ^Gown sweet mind A ^Cwoman who ^G/Bknows just ^Amwhat's behind The ^Dthings that she's for^Ggiven ^{Am D}

There's ^Gbranches on the ^Cfamily tree There's a ^Dboy, a girl and a ^Gbaby's three They ^Clook like ^G/Bher, they ^Amlook like me Like ^Gfolks that's ^Cdead and ^Dgone now

But ^EmI don't care, we're ^Call the same There's ^Dnone to bless and ^Gnone to blame We're ^Cdoing it ^G/Bin the ^Amfamily's name The ^Dwork we carry ^Gon now ^{Am D}

The ^Gold grey goose is on the ^Cwing But ^Dhe'll be back a^Ggain next spring Each ^Cyear we ^G/Bdo the ^Amsame old thing And the ^Gsame old ^Cwheel goes ^Dspinning

When the ^Emair is warm and the ^Cearth is sweet And the ^Dgood clean dirt is ^Gon our feet The ^Ccircle ^G/Bcomes a^Amround complete And the ^Dend is the be^Gginning ^{Am D}

The ^Gsun comes over the ^Ctop of the hill ^DShines on the fields I've ^Gyet to till My ^Cbones are ^G/Bweary, but I ^Amknow I will And ^Gnot just be^Ccause you ^Dask it

^EmRake and hoe hung on ^Ctwenty-penny nails ^DMilk lies sweet in a ^Gdozen pails ^CHay piled ^G/Bup in a ^Amhundred bales And ^Dapples in the ^Gbasket ^{Am D G}