The goldenrod is yellow,The corn is turning brown...The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending down.
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
Come clean with a child heartLaugh as peaches in the summer windLet rain on a house roof be a songLet the writing on your facebe a smell of apple orchards on late June.
Yesterday I staked off the ground on the hill for an orchard. I want to get 1,000 apple trees agrowing.
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