It's cherry pink and apple blossom white When your true lover comes your way It's cherry pink and apple blossom white The poets say
The story goes that once a cherry tree Beside an apple tree did grow And there a boy once met his bride to be Long long ago
The boy looked into her eyes, it was a sight to enthrall The breezes joined in their sighs, the blossoms started to fall And as they gently carressed, the lovers looked up to find The branches of the two trees were intertwined,
And that is why the poets always write If there's a new moon bright above It's cherry pink and apple blossom white When you're in love
