Under The Apple Tree

Under the apple tree, you and I
On a hot August day
Your cotton dress danced in the wind
About your pale slender knees.

We were born again, under the apple tree
The summer breeze caressed your hair
Time stood still, nothing mattered
Visions flashed before our eyes.

Under the apple tree the blue sky smiled
With the afternoon sun on your face
Nature watched; our souls unfolded,
We were one with the suns rays.