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Bing Crosby with the Bob Crosby Orchestra and Friends (Bing Crosby) · Old Apple Tree [Liquid 8] (Shirley Caesar) · Old Apple Tree (Shirley Caesar) · Bob Crosby and His Dixieland Bob Cats (Bob Crosby) · 1-2-3 Apple Tree (Herman Düne) · Music to Climb the Apple Tree By (Beat Happening) · Apple Tree (Erykah Badu) · The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree (Bob Applebaum) · Apple Tree (Erykah Badu) · Music to Climb the Apple Tree By (Beat Happening) – and 90 other albums »


from the bush instead of the trees

Apple bush, apple tree
Path to eternity
Find you a path and you follow the call

Apple bush, apple tree
Back
anybody ever gave to me
I've got it decorated, all lit up gifts underneath
You're the angel at the top of my tree
Let's put on that old movie 'It's
curled up by the fire
It sure is true tonight

Let's make a little candle
And then a little later on
We'll make a little love to that old Bing Crosby song,
bursting forth
And grass grew on the land, 
The Lilac spoke to the Apple tree
As only an old friend can.

Do you think, said the Lilac, this might be
can do the same thing that Adam
Did under that old apple tree
What he did under that apple tree
What he did under that apple tree

Well, well, well,
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be.
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me.

For there is no secret lover
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be.
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me.

For there is no secret lover
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be.
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me.

For there is no secret lover
By day I'm a workin' man,
Layin' bricks or layin' pipe.
I don't stand out in a crowd;
Just look like one of the guys.
Little do they know,
When
I know so much she’d be proud of me
‘Cause I’m the only apple on the tree
That didn’t hit the ground
And sit down in the mud

But she’s up in
There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea
And the motorcar magical world has long since ceased to be,
When the eve bitten apple
Adam looked at eve she said that apple's lookin' sweet
The serpent slithered up and said see'mon let's eat
They knew that they were told to resist
There is just one apple on the tree
It isn't like I hoped it'd be
Yesterday when there was still you
I looked and I swear that I saw two
Maybe
Walking down the street
By the house we knew
Weeds command the garden where
Our roses grew
Children I don't know
Climb our apple tree
And scar
the brances on that apple tree
Soar down to the corner

Well, I guess it's not as high as a remember
It might not be a mountain after all
But it was hard enough
You marched away and left this town 
 As empty as can be. 
 I can't sit under the apple tree 
 With anyone else but me. 
 For there is no secret
With his stunning wife ETHELL,
A tree!
A tree!

BILLY was a mountain
ETHELL was a tree
Growing off of his shoulder

BILLY was a mountain
(BILLY
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda
extra flossy
"I'm bossy!" But I keeps it cute
With my stunner shades on and a tree in my roots
I got the Chi-Town swagga and I rocks it full
"Yes,
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit

Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A Ford
of the lake
Some jump 
I got sunk, baptized on credit

Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be.
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me.

For there is no secret lover
You marched away and left this town
As empty as can be.
I can't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me.

For there is no secret lover
of the lake
Some jump 
I got sunk, baptized on credit

Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots