In a field, green all around
An apple felled him to the ground.
Money for my silence, he said
And rubbed the knot formed on his head.
Now back upon the stolen horse
I bowed still, and he rode off.
Never once did I dare to see
It could ever be a reality.
Back inside, I ran to change
Then to Hauteford made my way,
To buy a servant back his life
Only to be refused not once but thrice.
To my rescue then, he came
And freed my friend from an iron cage.
Never once did I dare to see
It could ever be a reality.