It's cherry pink and apple blossom white

When your true lover comes your way

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white

The poets say

The story goes that once a cherry tree

Beside an apple tree did grow

And there a boy once met his bride to be

Long long ago

The boy looked into her eyes

It was a sight to enthrall

The breezes joined in their sighs

The blossoms started to fall

And as they gently carressed

The lovers looked up to find

The branches of the two trees

Were intertwined

And that is why the poets always write

If there's a new moon bright above

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white

When you're in love