Текст Paul Kelly – Stolen Apples Taste The Sweetest

Stolen apples taste the sweetest
See them hanging in the pale moonlight
You won’t feel those cuts and grazes
As you reach out for your prize in the night

“Don’t tell anyone our secrets”
Said the farmer to his darling wife
“There are some here in the district
Not so happy with their lot in this mean, old life.
Now, sweetheart, won’t you pass me the paring knife”

Stolen apples, plucked down in their prime
Stolen apples, hanging heavy on my mind

Eve called Adam in the garden
“Hey Ad, come over here and look at these, won’t you try some?”
“Oh, no” said Adam “That’s forbidden!”
“Come on now, baby” said Eve, “What could be wrong with just one little one?”
So Adam bit and cried out “That’s the bomb! That’s the bomb!”

Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest