No One Wants to Die Lyrics

I wish I wish
my love were free
and sat below
the magnolia tree,
but me poor girl
is dead and gone
and the green grass grows
o'er the graves below.

And I ain't heard,
nor never will be,
till the sweet apple grows
on the sour apple tree.
I wish I wish
my love had died
and set her soul
to wander free.

Then we might meet
where ravens fly
and let our poor bodies
rest in peace.
And I ain't heard
no never ill be
till the sweet apple grows
on the sour apple tree.

And I ain't heard
nor never will be
till the sweet apple grows
on the sour apple tree.