I Wish My Baby Was Born

Bm I wish Bm I wish my baby was born D sittin' on his papa's knee G and you poor girl Bm were dead and gone G green grass growin' over thee Bm not no saint D nor I never shall be G till a sweet apple grows Bm from a sour apple tree Bm I still hope D the day will come G when you and I Bm will walk as one Bm D G (over and over and out)