Ryland (Under The Apple Tree)

Bright summertime
Pour the wine
We’ve got time
I’ll make you mine
Under the apple tree
I planted for my love and me

Your head upon my breast
In my sundress
You steal a kiss
How sweet it is
Under the apple tree
I planted for my love and me

Come September we’ll be swimmin’ in cider
And we’ll press the fruit into butter and we’ll bake it into pies

Oh me, oh my
I love you like
A butterfly
Just let me lie
Under the apple tree
I planted for my love and me