I had a little apple tree,
and it was all I had.
the blossoms were all beautiful,
the apples were all bad.
I had a little story book,
and it was all I had.
The stories were all sweetly told,
and all of them were sad.
I had a little lover once,
and he was all I had,
My heart, it filled with love for him,
and burst, and drove me mad.
I have a little life on earth,
and it is all I have
and though it brings death to me,
I live it and am glad....