Gordon Bok – Apples In The Basket (Guitar)

                       C
The sun comes over the top of the hill

D                         G
Shines on the fields I've yet to till

   C         G/B          Am
My bones are weary, but I know I will

    G          C         D
And not just because you ask it

Em                   C
Rake and hoe hung on twenty-penny nails

D                    G
Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails

C         G/B     Am
Hay piled up in a hundred bales

    D             G       Am   D
And apples in the basket

  G                         C
A house that's tight to the wind and snow

  D                       G               C
A barn that's full of the things we grow

      G/B        Am
Empty purse, but I don't owe

  G        C       D
A thing to any man living

  Em                  C
A woman warm, a woman kind

  D                   G
A woman who knows her own sweet mind

  C         G/B        Am
A woman who knows just what's behind

    D                    G      Am   D
The things that she's forgiven

        G               C
There's branches on the family tree

          D                 G
There's a boy, a girl and a baby's three

     C         G/B       Am
They look like her, they look like me

     G            C        D
Like folks that's dead and gone now

    Em                  C
But I don't care, we're all the same

        D                 G
There's none to bless and none to blame

      C        G/B    Am
We're doing it in the family's name

    D             G        Am   D
The work we carry on now

    G                        C
The old grey goose is on the wing

    D              G
But he'll be back again next spring

     C       G/B    Am
Each year we do the same old thing

        G        C          D
And the same old wheel goes spinning

         Em                  C
When the air is warm and the earth is sweet

        D                  G
And the good clean dirt is on our feet

    C      G/B    Am
The circle comes around complete

        D            G         Am   D
And the end is the beginning

    G                  C
The sun comes over the top of the hill

D                         G
Shines on the fields I've yet to till

   C         G/B          Am
My bones are weary, but I know I will

    G          C         D
And not just because you ask it

Em                   C
Rake and hoe hung on twenty-penny nails

D                    G
Milk lies sweet in a dozen pails

C         G/B     Am
Hay piled up in a hundred bales

    D             G       Am   D   G
And apples in the basket