Singing about the apple blossom in the cold dead of winter
Does it bring a flower to your mind, does it bring a flower to your mind
Singing about the apple blossom in the cold cold dead of winter
Does it bring a flower to your mind, does it bring a flower to your mind
Singing brings a little thing called joy, to the world
Close your eyes and listen to the song, it is here
Never mind what people say for they'll be singing to(o)
The flowers that you have sung
To the tune that's never done
Listen to the spring come
Watch the melody
Singing about the apple blossom
Doesn't bring the spring near
Doesn't bring the spring near
Doesn't bring the spring near
Singing about the apple blossom in the cold, cold dead of winter
Does it bring a flower to your mind, does it bring a flower to your mind
Singing about the apple blossom in the cold, cold dead of winter
Does it bring a flower to your mind, does it bring a flower to your mind
Where did the flowers go in my head
Singing about the apple blossom in the cold cold dead of winter