The Californy song

I am sailing for America

That far foreign strand,

And I whopes to set foot

In a fair fruitful land,

But in the midst of the ocean

May grow the green apple tree

Avoor l prove faalse

To the girl that loves me.

The moon shall be in darkness,

And the stars give no light

But I'll roll you in my arms

On a cold frosty night.

And in the midst of the ocean

May grow the green apple tree

Avoor I prove faalse

To the girl that loves me.