It's cherry pink
and apple blossom white
When your true lover comes your way
It's cherry pink and apple blossom white
The poets say
The story goes that once a cherry tree
beside an apple tree did grow,
and there a boy once met
his bride -to -be
long, long ago.
A boy looked into her eyes,
it was a sight to enthrall,
the breezes joined in their sighs,
The blossoms started to fall
As they gently caressed
The lovers looked up to find
The branches of the two trees
were intertwined
And that is why the poet's always right
If there's a new moon right above
It's cherry pink and apple
blossom white
When you're in love
A boy looked into her eyes,
it was a sight to enthrall
The breezes joined in their sighs,
the blossoms started to fall
As they gently caressed,
the lovers looked up to find
The branches of the two trees
were intertwined
And that is why the poets always rhyme
If there's a new moon bright above,
it's cherry pink and apple
blossom white
when you're in love.