Apples Of Gold 가사

it's overcast and lovely still the apple trees on distant hills are dripping maple, winter white with hope I search on moonless nights sing me sweet sweet songs of springtime and say where there's apples made of gold and I'll surely believe say where I'll never become old and I'll surely believe you said these hours would come and go like harvest at the noonday the apple blossoms and Christmas snow represent our futures sing me sweet sweet songs of springtime rosewood, the secret scents of childhood the backyard to the fabled tales of love sing me sweet sweet songs, and say where...