Am                    Dm       Am                 Dm   F
I will bring you gold apples   and grapes made of ruu--bies
                       Dm                      G
That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze.

Am                Dm       Am                 Dm     F
Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the saaand dunes
                   Dm                        G
On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes.