Little Green Apples

(الألبوم: Gentle On My Mind - 1968)

And he wakes up in the morning
With his hair down in his eyes and he says hi
And he stumbles to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school goodbye
And he reaches out and takes my hand
And squeezes it an' says How do you feeling, hon'?
And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart
And see my morning sun

And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say

God didn't make little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, it's no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about his face aglow to ease my mind

Sometimes he calls me up at home knowing I'm busy
And ask if I could get away and meet him
To grab a bite to eat
And I drop what I'm doing and hurry down to meet him
And I'm always late
But he sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me
'Cause he's made that way

And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say

God didn't make little green apples
It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, and autumn leaves and BB guns

God didn't make little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, it's no nursery rhyme