Spice and Wolf Seven apples on a witch's tree

Текст песни "Spice and Wolf — Seven apples on a witch's tree"

Seven apples on a witch's tree
Seven seeds to plant inside of me
In springtime I grew a magic song
Then skipping along,
I sang the song to everyone

I looked at the world through apple eyes
And cut myself a slice of sunshine pie
I danced with the peanut butterflies
Till time went and told me
To say hello but wave goodbye

A thousand sugar stars
I’ll put them in a jar
And then whistle round the world
Oh whistle round the world
I'm a little wolf inside a girl, you say
And off I'll go from June to May
Oh whistling round the world
Let's whistle round the world