Song Lyrics

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

Ernest J. Ford, Jack Fascinato