Let's talk about an old time
She arrived here, her accent, hard to define, what she said
But he loved her even then
He said my dear, what will it take?
She said I don't need diamonds, nothing from a mine
Away from this city for a different life
I breathe fresh air, just fine
And take me...
To apple trees
To where I can see
Their branches meet the skies
Well I'm growing wild, and I am wanting...
To feel the clouds by my side
There are greener pastures
Greener than the ones that I'm standing on
Oh city, with your golden streets, oh how you try
To outshine the sun
And the stars in the sky at night
But I like to dance under moonlight
Apple trees, oh take me
To where their branches meet the sky
Well I'm growing wild, and I am wanting
To feel the clouds by my side
Apple trees
Oh take me
To where their branches meet the sky
Well I'm growing wild and I am wanting
To feel the clouds by my side