As a little girl she played around the tree
Traveling far and wide in her mind
Dreaming of wonders she wants to see
Never worrying about time
Spring would bring the first buds
The Old Apple Tree would soon bloom
Summer rains brought pies of mud
Yellow apples glisten by light of the moon
In Autumn Pappaw a ladder would bring
Picking some for canning the best for eating
How easy the country life seemed
While ring around the rosy she was singing
Fall comes and winter follows
Leaves blow brown in the wind
Flying high like the barn swallows
Swaying too and fro as limbs bend
As time goes to womanhood she grew
The Old Apple Tree is no more
Never forgetting those summer skies of blue
Back in her memories she can soar
With a heart so filled with gleam
To a time when a Childs life seemed so free
Feeling the warmth of a sun beam
Playing again under the Old Apple Tree