193. IN THE SHADE OF
THE OLD APPLE TREE 1905
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 A BIRD,
SEEMED 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.”
