Dear old apple tree
tender snow-white dream
precious memory

spring is sweet tonight
being brought to me
in the fading light

the world was young


.....The earth turns day by day
.....life is going fast
.....another April, May
      
.....I walk the ancient track
.....and everything comes back
.....so it's already over
      
.....and that may set us free
      

Dear old apple tree
snow-white blossom sea
with the swing that sighs
and the butterflies
      
lying in the grass
smelling how it was
when the blackbird sang
the world was young