| I wish I was a apple hangin' in a tree
|
| And everytime my sweetheart passed
|
| She’d take a bite off 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
|
| I wish I had a needle
|
| As fine as I could sew
|
| I’d sew her in my pocket
|
| And down the road I go
|
| Cindy hugged and kissed me
|
| She wrung her hands and cried
|
| Swore I was the prettiest thing
|
| That ever lived or died
|
| Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
|
| Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
|
| Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
|
| I’ll marry you sometime |