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