In Apple Blossom Land

O, to be there again today

     And holding her small hand,

Out where the apple blossoms sway

     In apple blossom land.

‘Twas there I saw her years ago,

     ‘Twas there I saw her stand

Beneath the tree as white as snow,

     In apple blossom land.

Her gown was soft and pink and white,

     And clung in folds e-now;

She looked as though she were a sprite

     Dropped from the apple bough.

And apple blossoms filled her hair,

     And lay upon her hand;

But she, the fairest blossom there,

     In apple blossom land.

O, years! A, love! Where hast thou fled?

     The apple blossoms fall,

And fruit bends down from the bows instead,

     Is plucked and that is all!

But let me see her stand once more,

     And hold her little hand,

‘Neath shower blossoms as of yore,

     In apple blossom land!

April 30, ‘10