Bm                      A
Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Bm                      A        G
See them hanging in the pale moonlight
Bm                            A
You won't feel those cuts and bruises
Bm                       A            G      E
As you reach out for the prize in the night
    D                 C                    Bm
And pluck it down and take that very first bite

Don't tell anyone our secrets
Said the farmer to his darling wife
There are some here in the district
Not so happy with their lot in this mean old life
Now sweetheart won't you pass me the paring knife

A             G
Stolen apples plucked down in their prime
A                     G
Stolen apples hanging heavy on my mind
G
Heavy on heavy on
   Bm         A
My mind
   Bm         A
My mind

Eve called Adam in the garden
Hey Ad come over here and look at these won't you try some
Oh no said Adam ain't that forbidden
Come on now baby said Eve
What could be wrong with just one little one?
So Adam bit and cried out
That's the bomb

Stolen apples taste the sweetest
Stolen apples taste the sweetest