Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Green Apples, artist - Patti Page. Date of issue: 18.09.2014
Song language: English
Little Green Apples |
| Well, I wake up in the morning |
| With my hair down in my eyes |
| And she says hi and I hurry to the breakfast table |
| While the kids are going off to school, goodbye |
| And she reaches out and takes my hand |
| And squeezes it and says «How you feelin' hon?» |
| And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart |
| And I see my morning sun |
| And if that’s not loving me then all I’ve got to say |
| God didn’t make little green apples |
| And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime |
| There’s no such thing as Dr. Suess |
| Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme |
| God didn’t make little green apples |
| And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime |
| And when my self is feeling low |
| I think about your face aglow and ease my mind |
| Sometimes I call him up knowing he’s busy |
| And ask if he could get away and meet me |
| And maybe grab a bite to eat |
| And he drops what he’s doing and hurry’s down to meet me |
| And I’m always late |
| He sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me |
| Because he’s made that way |
| And if that’s not loving me |
| Then all I’ve got to say |
| God didn’t make little green apples |
| And it don’t snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes |
| There’s no such thing as make believe |
| Puppy dogs and autumn leaves, no B.B. guns |
| God didn’t make little green apples |
| And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summer time |
| And when my self is feeling low |
| I think about your face aglow and ease my mind |