Cindy (Alternate Version)

I wish I was a apple

Hangin' in a tree

And everytime my sweetheart passed

She'd take a bite off me.



She told me that she loved me

She called me sugar plum

She threw her arms around me

I thought my time had come.



Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

I'll marry you sometime.



I wish I had a needle

As fine as I could sew

I'd sew her in my pocket

And down the road I go.



Cindy hugged and kissed me

She wrung her hands and cried

Swore I was the prettiest thing

That ever lived or died.



Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

I'll marry you sometime...