Bm 
I wish 

          Bm 
I wish my baby was born 

                      D 
sittin' on his papa's knee 

G 
and you poor girl 

      Bm 
were dead and gone 

G 
green grass growin' over thee 

Bm 
not no saint 

         D 
nor I never shall be 

G 
till a sweet apple grows 

          Bm 
from a sour apple tree 

Bm 
I still hope 

D 
the day will come 

G 
when you and I 

        Bm 
will walk as one 

Bm  D  G 

(over and over and out)