I Wish I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain I wish I was a maid again But a maid again I never can be Till apples grow on an orange tree I wish my baby it was born And smiling on its daddy's knee Then I would go to yon churchyard And let the long green grass grow over me When my apron-strings hung low He followed me through frost and snow But now my apron's to my chin Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim. Com He goes on by and says nothing Oh grief, oh grief, please tell me why That girl has more gold than I More gold than I, more beauty, more fame Yet for her it will be the same So I wish, I wish, but it's all in vain I wish I was a maid again But a maid again I never can be Till apples grow on an orange tree