In The Shade Of The Old Apple Tree

In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree
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The oriole with joy was sweetly singing
The little brook was bab’ling its tune
The vilage bells at noon were gayly ringing world rem’d better than a harvest moon
For there within my arms I gently pressed you,
And blushing red, you slowly turned away
I can’t forget the way I once caressed you,
I only pray we’ll meet another day

Chorus-
In the Where the love in your eyes I could sen:
When the voice that I heard, like the sonk of the bird eem’d to whisper sweet music to me
I could hear the dull buza of the bee, In the blossoms as you said to me,
With a heart that is true,
I’ll be waiting for you In the shade of the old apple tree

Ive really come a long way from the city
And though my heart is breaking I’ll be prave:
I’ve brought this bunch of flow’ts, I think they re pretty
To place upon a freshly molded krave
If you will whow me, father, where she’s lying
Or if it’s far just point it out to me; Said he:
“She told us all, when she was dying
To bury her beneath the apple tree