Apple Tree

Under the apple tree
 We gaze and we dream,
 The way it takes but one little seed
 To thrive.
 You in my arms I sigh
 A song for you, child:
 "Sleep in calm until it is time
 To rise...
 ...like an apple tree
 Raise your branches high
 And allow every blossom to be
 Like a smile
 And don't mind the wind,
 Let it flow, let it fling all the leaves
 And let it go,
 Let it go!
 Fallen apples will grant you the seeds
 And they will grow,
 They will grow.
 But for now I will hold,
 I will fold you in my arms."
 Under the apple tree
 Where time is a bee
 With humming wings so faithfully
 She flies.
 You in my arms I try
 To pay her no mind,
 Keep on singing 'til it is time
 To rise:
 "Like an apple tree
 Raise your branches high
 And allow every blossom to be
 Like a smile
 And don't mind the wind,
 Let it flow, let it fling all the leaves
 And let it go,
 Let it go!
 Fallen apples will grant you the seeds
 And they will grow,
 They will grow.
 But for now I will hold,
 I will fold you in my arms."