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In the Shade Of the Old Apple Tree

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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 a bird
Seemed 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"