In the spring,
My blossoms begin to grow,
They're beautiful flowers,
As everyone should know,
Then in the summer,
The apples begin to come,
The glorious red beauties,
Everyone wants some.
In the spring,
My blossoms begin to grow,
They're beautiful flowers,
As everyone should know,
Then in the summer,
The apples begin to come,
The glorious red beauties,
Everyone wants some.