I wish I was a apple
Hanging in a tree
And every time my sweetheart passed
She'd take a bite of me
She told me that she loved me
She called me sugar plum
She threw her arms around me
I thought my time had come
Get along home Cindy Cindy
Get along home Cindy Cindy
Get along home Cindy Cindy
I'll marry you sometime
Cindy got religion
She had it once before
But when she heard my old guitar
She?s the first one on the floor
I wish I had a needle
As fine as I could sew
I'd sew the girl to my coattail
And down the road I?d go
Repeat 2
Cindy in the fall
If I can?t have my Cindy girl
I?ll have no girl at all
Repeat 2