[Intro, spoken]
(Ladies and gentlemen, the Pentangle)

[Verse 1]
As I walk on to market
Each day I can hear them cry
"Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges"

[Verse 2]
"Fresh, freshly sent
For you out today
Come and buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges"

[Verse 3]
All alone I walk with no one
Beside me, would sooner buy
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges

[Verse 4]
Walking through the stalls
I am amazed by them all
"Come and buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges"
[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 5]
Like a child my mind was a-wander
Far from here across thе sea
In the sweet apples, sweet orangеs
Sweet apples, sweet oranges

[Verse 6]
I hear, I hear the cries of the beggars
What will buy
"And sweet apples, sweet oranges
Come and buy them"

[Verse 7]
Through the forest I could see them
A-hanging there so ripe and red
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges

[Verse 8]
Get up, get up, my man
You know they're better downed, belong to you
"You gotta buy them
Sweet apples, sweet oranges
Sweet apples, sweet oranges"