The oriole with joy was sweetly singing,
The little brook was bab’ling 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.
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.
I’ve really come a long way from the city,
And though my heart is breaking I’ll be brave,
I’ve brought this bunch of flow’rs 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.”
Williams, Harry and Alstyne, Egbert Van, "In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree" (1905). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1411.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.