In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree

Cat. #0066 (MFH #289) - As sung by Mrs. Gladys Everly, Springfield, Missouri on April 20, 1958

The Oreiole with joy was sweetly singing
The little brook was burbling its tune
The village bells at noon were gayly ringing
The world seemed 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't carressed you
I only pray we'll meet another day

In the shade of the old apple tree
While the love in your eyes I could see
When the voice that I heard
Like a song of a bird
Seemed to whisper sweet music to me
I could hear the dull buzz of the bee
In the blossoms that you said to me,
With a heart that is true
I'll be waiting for you
In th shade of the old apple tree

I've really come along way from th city
And tho' my heart is breaking I'll be true
I brought this bunch of flowers, I think their pretty
To a place upon a freshly molded grave
If you'll show me Father, where she's laying
Or if it's far, just point it out t' me
Said he, she told us all when she was dying,
Tell him, I'm beneath the apple tree