G                 C                G
                          THE O-RI-OLE WITH JOY WAS SWEET-LY SING-ING,
                            G                     A             D7
                            THE LIT-TLE BROOK WAS BAB'-LING ITS TUNE,
                        G                     C                G
                        THE VIL-LAGE BELLS AT NOON WERE GAI-LY RING-ING,
                        G                          A      D7       G
                        THE WORLD SEEM'D BRIGHT-ER THAN A HAR-VEST MOON;
                            C                               G
                        FOR THERE WITH-IN MY ARMS I GENT-LY PRESSED YOU,
                          G#° D                  A                D
                          AND BLUSH-ING RED, YOU SLOW-LY TURNED A-WAY,
                            G                 C     Cm      G
                          I CAN'T FOR-GET THE WAY I ONCE CA-RESSED YOU;
                              G                  A       D7     G
                              I ON-LY PRAY WE'LL MEET AN-OTH-ER DAY.

                           G                   C                 G
                           I'VE REAL-LY COME A LONG WAY FROM THE CIT-Y,
                          G                      A                 D7
                          AND THOUGH MY HEART IS BREAK-ING I'LL BE BRAVE,
                        G                     C                       G
                   I'VE BROUGHT THIS BUNCH OF FLOW'RS I THINK THEY'RE PRET-TY,
                               G             A        D7       G
                            TO PLACE UP-ON A FRESH-LY MOULD-ED GRAVE;
                            C                                      G
                         IF YOU WILL SHOW ME, FA-THER, WHERE SHE'S LY-ING,
                              G#°D                A               D
                              OR IF IT'S FAR JUST POINT IT OUT TO ME,
                               G                C        Cm      G
                          SAID HE, "SHE TOLD US ALL WHEN SHE WAS DY-ING,
                             G               A         D7     G
                             TO BUR-Y HER BE-NEATH THE AP-PLE TREE."

                                     G            G
                              IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD AP-PLE TREE,
                                                   D7           G
                            WHERE THE LOVE IN YOUR EYES I COULD SEE,
                              D                            G
                     WHEN THE VOICE THAT I HEARD, LIKE THE SONG OF THE BIRD,
                                       A              A7        D
                             SEEM'D TO WHIS-PER SWEET MU-SIC TO ME;
                                     G
                             I COULD HEAR THE DULL BUZZ OF THE BEE,
                               G                   D7          G
                               IN THE BLOS-SOMS AS YOU SAID TO ME,
                            D             D7            G            C
                     WITH A HEART THAT IS TRUE, I'LL BE WAIT-ING FOR YOU,
                                     G            A      D   G
                              IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD AP-PLE TREE.