Apple blossoms and chapel bells
Drifting by in review
Constantly keep reminding me of you.
While I held you, the chapel bells
Seemed to sing out in rhyme
"Go on, kiss her, it's apple blossom time. "
As our lips met, the blossoms trembled,
They knew, with the dawn we'd part
And the petals that fell resembled
The pieces of a broken heart.
Now in memory that picture dwells,
As I look forward to
Apple blossoms and chapel bells and you