and apple blossom white
When your true lover
comes your way
It's cherry pink and
apple blossom white the poets say
The story goes that
once a cherry tree
Beside an apple tree did grow
And there a boy
once met his bride
to be Long long ago
The boy looked
into her eyes,
it was a sight to enthrall
The breezes joined
in their sighs,
the blossoms started to fall.
And as they gently caressed,
the lovers looked up to find
The branches of the two
trees were intertwined.
And that is why the
poets always write
If there's a new
moon bright above
It's cherry pink
and apple blossom white
When you're in love
