Collected by Max Hunter
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Mrs. Gladys Everly
April 20, 1958
Reel 236, Item 1
In the Shade of the Old Apple Tree
The oriole with joy was sweetly singing;
The little brook was gurgling its tune;
The village bells at noon were gaily ringing;
The world seemed brighter then when love was new.
For there within my arms I gently pressed you,
And blushing red you slowly turned away;
I can't forget the way I once caressed you;
I only pray we'll meet another day.
In the shade of the old apple tree,
Where the light in her eyes I could see.
When the voice that I heard
Like the song of a bird
Seemed to whisper sweet nothings to me.
I could hear the buzz of the bee
In the blossoms as you said to me,
"With a heart that is true,
I'll be waiting for you,
In the shade of the old apple tree."
I would really come a long way from the city;
Although my heart is breaking, I'll be true.
I've broke this bunch of flowers; I think they're pretty,
To place upon a freshly molded grave.
If you'll show me, Father, where she's lying,
Or if it's far, just point it out to me.
Said he, "She told us all when she was dying,
To bury her beneath the apple tree."
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