Apple Pickin Time
Walking through the many ripe apple tress ,holding secrets
I pick a bushel thinking of my love through the misty breeze
Apple pickin time in the Valley called Naples, awaits a meeting
For my love will arrive by the Valley in red that meets the sun falling
At my laced boot some fine wine, a love note tied through my hair
The secret love not shared would be tragic in heart and mind.
following the paths through the many trees in line , apple pickin time
all embraced, the colors of Fall enhances my only dream ..
It is apple pickin time in the passion of leaves love enlightened
I pick my apples with pride knowing soon , my love at my side
It has been a long neglected dream, a fear follows desire held in secret
no longer able to fight this burning fire, a risk taken , all ethics aside
Walking through the many ripe apple trees , holding secrets
I pick a bushel thinking of my love through the misty breeze
Apple pickin time in the Valley called Naples , awaits a meeting
For my love will arrive by the Valley in red that meets the sun falling
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