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
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The boy looked into her eyes -- it was a sight to enthrall
The breezes joined in their sighs, the blossoms started to fall
And as they gently carressed, the lovers looked up to find
The branches of the two trees were intertwined
And that is why the poets always write
If there's a new moon bright above,
It's cherry pink and apple blossom white when you're in love