I ate a fresh red apple right from the tree
as you danced there infront of me
I felt it's juices in my beard
and when you kissed me
and pulled away
our lips stuck a little.
But that apple tree was our little spot
it set just right above the city
where we could watch all the pretty people
doing the pretty things pretty people do.
I told you I'd marry you someday
and make your belly full with a baby
I told you I'd get a job as a farmer
and I'd plant a apple tree just for you
One day  our kids will sit under that apple tree
and pick its ripe red fruit and eat and talk.
You and I would sit and think about that day
When we layed under that apple tree above the city
and talked about this day that were watching unfold infront of us.