Watching The Apples Grow

It's early up, Ontario farm, chicken crow for day
 I wish I grew Annapolis apples up above Fundy's Bay
 Oh, it seems so far away
 On the ridge above Acadia's town to the Valley down below
 The evening shadow falls upon the families listening to the radio
 And watching the apples grow
 Down on the farm, back among the family, away from Ontario
 Hear the ladies singing to their men, dancing it heel and toe
 And watching the apples grow
 Ontario, y'know I've seen a place I'd rather be
 Your scummy lakes and the City of Toronto don't do a damn thing for me
 I'd rather live by the sea
 I've watched the V's of geese go by, the foxfoot in the snow
 I've climbed the ridge of Gaspereaux Mountain, looking to the valley below
 And watching the apples grow
 Down on the farm, back among the family, away from Ontario
 Hear the ladies singing to their men, dancing it heel and toe
 And watching the apples grow
 I said:
 Down on the farm, back among the family, away from Ontario
 Hear the ladies singing to their men, dancing it heel and toe
 And watching the apples grow
 I said:
 Down on the farm, back among the family, away from Ontario
 Hear the ladies singing to their men, dancing it heel and toe
 And watching the apples grow