warm-blooming-trance I wish I wish, but it's all in vain I wish I was a maid again But I'm maid again, I never can be Till apples grow on an orange tree I wish my baby it was born And smiling on his daddy's knee Then I would go to yon churchyard And let the long green grass grow for me When my apron strings hung low He followed me through frost and snow But now my apron's to my chair 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 I'm maid again, I never can be Till apples grow on an orange tree I wish I wish, but it's all in vain I wish I was a maid again I wish I wish, but it's all in vain I wish I was a maid again But I'm maid again, I never can be Till apples grow on an orange tree I wish I wish, but it's all in vain I wish I was a maid again I wish I wish, but it's all in vain I wish I was a maid again I wish I wish, but it's all in vain I wish I was a maid again But I'm maid again I never can be Till apples grow on an orange tree