With their wealth of promised glory,
And the mavis pipes his story
In the spring?
Have you plucked the apple blossoms in the spring? in the spring?
And caught their subtle odors in the spring?
Pink buds bursting at the light,
Crumpled petals baby-white,
Just to touch them a delight!
In the spring!
Have you walked beneath the blossoms in the spring? in the spring?