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
The boy looked into her eyes It was a feat to enthrall The breezes started their sighs The blossoms started to fall And, as they gently caressed The lovers looked up to find The branches of the two trees Were intertwined
And so that's why the poets often write When there's a new moon up above It's cherry pink and apple blossom white When you're in love