Apple Pickin' Time
Apple pickin’ reminiscin’,
thinkin' 'bout youth's stolen kisses.
Those are the days he is missin’,
new love for him and his fair missus.
Shiny apples ripe and ready
wait to be picked before first snow.
Sunlight streams like gold confetti.
Their secrets on the fall winds blow.
Blue gingham dress soft, she did wear,
and ribbons caught her silky hair.
In shade of trees, young love professed,
then apple pie was baked to share.
Apple pickin’ reminiscin’,
thinkin' 'bout youth's stolen kisses.
Those are the days he is missin’,
new love for him and his fair missus.
In apple orchard, young love bloomed,
and led them to their wedding day.
A favorite dish for bride and groom,
an apple pie baked each Sunday.
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