Oh I'll pick all the apples from the tree till I find the one good enough for you to eat

Singing songs you'll have never heard

Singing them to you like a blackbird

And if I drink till I cannot walk straight

Well I'll still see you home to the garden gate

Giving you kisses on a plate

Sweet kisses oh it's not too late

Sweet kisses on a plate

Sweet kisses oh it's not too late

Oh the trouble with getting older the temper grows quicker and the shoulder colder

And you realise you've no more time to waste

So leave those dishes and come and have a taste

Of these kisses on a plate

Sweet kisses oh it's not too late

Sweet kisses on a plate

Sweet kisses oh it's not too late

Kisses on a plate

Sweet kisses oh it's not too late

Sweet kisses on a plate

Sweet kisses oh it's not too late

It's not too late

It's not too late