Lyrics:

Van Dyke ParksI carry the torch for her in the orchardApples were last nameMy Jeanine my JeanineEach tree would ignite with blossoms of whiteAnd apple her hair enflameMy Jeanine my JeanineJeanine in jean and calicoA streak of mean don't let it showSo when she tells her let her goHer yes may mean noI love her soWe would meander now hand in hand inOur appalachian climeMy Jeanine my JeanineWe bring in the spring and toss from the swingAlong apple blossom timeMy Jeanine my JeanineRemember when life was North CarolinaTwo bits for Cokes and jokes at the dinerTime was a magazineMy JeanineMy Jeanine my JeanineMy Jeanine my Jeanine

Brian Wilson My Jeanine