The Apple Tree

As the apple picker whistles songs,
of splendoured morning dews,
the apples grow,
the apples seem so nice and red today.

As the apple picker whistles songs,
of splendoured morning dews,
as the rays keep shining brightly,
let me grow along with you.
(Chorus)

Farmer Joe says,
don't you ever,
pick them off the ground,
they are rotten,
no one ever wants them
to be around.

With a smile he gently speaks,
he then says it all to me,
don't pick the ones in the middle,
take the ones at the top of the tree.

(Chorus)

You take your time,
you climb it high,
you show that you're sincere,
even when you keep on falling,
you'll make it there,
if you persevere.

You must be strong,
don't fear mistakes,
there's no easy way through,
Life isn't all foreboding,
it will reach out to you....