In The Shade Of The Old Apple Tree

The oriole with joy was sweetly singing

The little brook was babbling it's tune

The village bells at noon were gaily ringing

The world seem'd brighter 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



I've really come a long way from the city

And though my heart's breaking I'll be brave

I've brought this bunch of flowr's, I think they're pretty

To place upon a freshly moulded grave



If you will show 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"



In the shade of the old apple tree

Where the love in your eyes I could see

When the voice that I heard, like the song of the bird

Seem'd to whisper sweet music to me



I could hear the dull buzz 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