Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes and she says "hi"
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school... goodbye
And she reaches out and takes my hand
And squeezes it and says "How ya 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
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Mother Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
Jah 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 her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
And ask her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doing
And she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
But she sits waiting patiently
And smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's made that way

And if that's not loving me, then all I've got to say
Jah didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the wintertime
And there's no such thing as Mother Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
Jah didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the wintertime
And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind