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In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree
I watch three apple blossoms on the topmost bough
Of my proud Johnny Appleseed gnarled apple tree,
There with Robin Redbreast, singing love to me.
Of my proud Johnny Appleseed gnarled apple tree,
There with Robin Redbreast, singing love to me.
It is the first hot day of spring
And now
The wild sun and the clouds, I know not how,
With Robin and the three
Sing American
To me.
And now
The wild sun and the clouds, I know not how,
With Robin and the three
Sing American
To me.
The largest blossom sings
My name is Elizabeth C.
A littler blossom sings
My name is Susan D.
The little blossom sings
My name is Nicky C.
But Robin Redbreast sings
All three
Are Poetree
And I am Poetree,
Our names are all one name,
Just Poetree.
My name is Elizabeth C.
A littler blossom sings
My name is Susan D.
The little blossom sings
My name is Nicky C.
But Robin Redbreast sings
All three
Are Poetree
And I am Poetree,
Our names are all one name,
Just Poetree.
Then my three apple blossoms are so great
They fill my whole wide sky with their estate.
Perfume and Poetree,
Prophecy and incense are set free
And they redeem the gnarled old apple tree,
Vindicate the worm-gnawed, blight spoiled long-surviving apple tree.
They fill my whole wide sky with their estate.
Perfume and Poetree,
Prophecy and incense are set free
And they redeem the gnarled old apple tree,
Vindicate the worm-gnawed, blight spoiled long-surviving apple tree.
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