Apple Blossoms
The tender branches sway and swing,
Whispering all that the robins sing
Of hope and love, and lightly fling
Showers of apple blossoms.
A head of black and a head of gold,
Her little hands in his firm hold,
Eyes that speak more than words have told
Under the apple blossoms.
Ever on earth again shall they
Find in springtime so fair a day?
Is it true that love can pass away
With spring and apple blossoms?
Whispering all that the robins sing
Of hope and love, and lightly fling
Showers of apple blossoms.
A head of black and a head of gold,
Her little hands in his firm hold,
Eyes that speak more than words have told
Under the apple blossoms.
Ever on earth again shall they
Find in springtime so fair a day?
Is it true that love can pass away
With spring and apple blossoms?
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