Market Song Pentangle

(Ladies and gentlemen, the Pentangle)

As I walk on to market
Each day I can hear them cry
"Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges"

"Fresh, freshly sent
For you out today
Come and buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges"

All alone I walk with no one
Beside me, would sooner 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 was a-wander
Far from here across thе sea
In the sweet apples, sweet orangеs
Sweet apples, sweet oranges