It's cherry pink and apple blossom white
When your true love comes your wayIt'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 breeze joined in their sighs
The blossoms started to fall
And as they gently caressed
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.
