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 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.
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