I Wish My Baby Was Born Lyrics

Uncle Tupelo I Wish My Baby Was Born

I wish, I wish my baby was born
Sitting on his papa's knee
And you, poor girl, were dead and gone
Green grass growing over thee

I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be
'Til the sweet apple grows from the sour apple tree
I still hope the day will come
When you and I will walk as one