Apples Of Gold - Joy Electric

It’s overcast and lovely still

The apple trees on distant hills

Are dripping maple, winter white

With hope I search on moonless nights

Sing me sweet sweet songs of springtime

And say where there’s apples made of gold

And I’ll surely believe

Say where I’ll never become old

And I’ll surely believe

You said these hours would come and go

Like harvest at the noonday

The apple blossoms and Christmas snow

Represent our futures

Sing me sweet sweet songs of springtime

And say where there’s apples made of gold

And I’ll surely believe

Say where I’ll never become old

And I’ll surely believe

Rosewood, the secret scents of childhood

The backyard to the fabled tales of love

Sing me sweet sweet songs, and say where…