When we walked by the Filipino’s hut,
We saw the apples and we knew
Americans were sending us a message, saying
Prisoners, we have not forgotten you.
We were Americans on a death walk,
Prisoners of the Japanese.
We didn’t know whether we were going to live
To walk, to walk, to walk another ten feet.

Then I saw those Washington State red apples
From the U.S. submarines.
I saw those Washington State red apples
Like a thorn to the Japanese.
I saw those Washington State red apples
Like a comfort to me.

The guards looked at the apples.
They were a such a shock to see,
Because bananas, papayas, and mangos
Filipinos had all of these.
The guards had Japanese money
Filipinos didn’t want.
They didn’t want to sell those apples.
They were only there, only there, only there to taunt

And I saw those Washington State red apples…

I said to my buddy as we walked along,
Take a look at that.
Sometimes it only takes one or two apples
To say a whole paragraph.
I felt better about my circumstances,
Remembered by my countrymen.
When I saw those big red apples, I swore
I was going to make it, gonna make it, gonna make it home again.

And I saw those Washington State red apples…