リンゴの木の下で
The oriole with joy was sweetly singing The little brook was babbling it's tune The village bells at noon were gaily ringing The world seem'd brighter than a harvest moon For there within my arms I gently pressed you And blushing red, you slowly turned away I can't forget the way I once caressed you I only pray we'll meet another day I've really come a long way from the city And though my heart's breaking I'll be brave I've brought this bunch of flowr's, I think they're pretty To place upon a freshly moulded grave If you will show me, Father, where she's lying Or if it's far, just point it out to me Said he, "She told us all when she was dying To bury her beneath the apple tree" In the shade of the old apple tree Where the love in your eyes I could see When the voice that I heard, like the song of the bird Seem'd to whisper sweet music to me I could hear the dull buzz of the bee In the blossoms as you said to me With a heart that is true, I'll be waiting for you In the shade of the old apple tree